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Farah, now that you’re here,
Can you tell me exactly how I should have done?
Farah, drives with her eyes closed.
Do you ever inflict unwanted memories?
I know you and I know it won’t take you long
to make me smile.
Farah, angelic girl I’ll have
you know it’s you and me potentially
Farah, don’t pull the carpet from under me.
Indifference is killing me.
Am I wry? Oh my! Fallacy!
Fallacy in my words. Am I wry?
I know you and I know you’re not afraid
to say the least.
Diamond ring.
Diamond ring.
But you can’t find it.
Cold is the night.
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From my boat I can see your house.
And when the lights are on
I can watch you move.
Hear the wind whispering your name.
Twice the encouragement
Of the real you.
Callie, if you really want me to
I can always get you down
If you got the money for me.
Callie, in the summer rain
You will be kept dry, you see,
If you got the money for me.
Making amends for distant wrong
Sincere
You can run away,
Leave your books behind you.
But you should look back twice,
just to be on the safe side.
From my boat I can see your house.
But now the lights are off,
And there is no one home.
You are just like an avalanche,
Cold as I might have guessed.
But at least I’m covered up for now.
In a big big way
I am really small,
I get off my feet
but I’m still distant.
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Callie, let us get it over it,
I can always get you down,
If you’ve got the money for me.
Most of our lives we try so hard,
to find the time
I won’t care for you,
like I’m really supposed to.
There are things I’ll do
that could really hurt you.
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
Don’t you just love goodbyes?
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Enable to bring out the something
You want to know beneath the snow
In winter youґre an affiction
That repeatedly defeated me
Iґll find you somewhere
Show you how much I care
Know that there is no escape
from my snow brigade
Bring out the someone
You need to see for jealousy
We all know one day youґll leave behind
Your everything
And feel the spring come
Cos Iґll find you somewhere
Show you how much I care
Know that there is no escape
from my snow brigade
My arms retreat
I wish they were there to hold you
Iґll find you somewhere
Show you how much I care
Know that there is no escape
from my snow brigade
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I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind,
But I'm not happier than you.
I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind,
But I'm not happier than you.
Did I really see you, or was it a dream?
In that it was seamless,
Not a trace of wrong.
Words that we have spoken
Little did we know
No bigotry, no tears shed.
Oh, if only...
You tried to be polite,
Thinking you were right,
Only to find that you're unkind.
But ironically,
You will always be
Belle of the ball,
Atleast to me.
I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind,
But I'm not happier than you.
But my words are frail, not
Audible, they do...
Not even convince me.
Perhaps they are untrue.
Truly with you the worst is
Always true, and I gave
You all the benefits,
Of all the doubts I had.
Never hope to be
As benign as me.
Funny how you
Always get through.
But ironically,
You will always be
Belle of the ball,
Atleast to me.
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All of us now
Dent as we fall
Too amorous-like
We call out
Why are we so alone?
Even with company
If not then what
will we stay?
We're in the streetlight
All of us now
Breathe in like smoke
To know what it's like
Breathe in to choke
Every nine days
A smaller house
Try to escape forever
Why are we so alone?
Even with company
We are afraid
For each day
A striking distance
Why are we so alone?
Even with company
If not then what
Will we stay
We're in the streetlight
Why are we so alone?
Even with company
We ought to pray
For each day
A striking distance
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Her voice is beyond her years
She's trying to move you
She did not know where to go
And soon it was dark
If I could look you in the eyes
If I could look you in the eyes
I couldn't let you go
I couldn't let you go
Her voice is beyond her years
Please try not to move her
At least it was her mistake
Hers alone to make
If I could look you in the eyes
If I could look you in the eyes
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Halfway through flight there-to
Where will you go?
Falling down on the ground
Where will you go now?
Do you remember what made you fall?
And does it matter to you at all?
You wanna go, you wanna see
What lies could set you free
You wanna see, right?
You'll know this night
Halfway through flight there-to
Where will you go?
It's a nice way, I think
To wake up with you
You cannot see them when it is light
This is the reason we go at night
In the darkest flight of my career
I am made blue all through
On my dark descend I percevere
I am thinking of you
I'ts a nice way, I think
To wake up with you
A nice way
I'm separated from you
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Don't touch her there, she's blindfolded.
She remembers on the bus.
Into my heart. Don't remember.
Like you left us without notice.
Now you've come back. Like you left us.
Like you owe us. Into my heart.
It's not me, it can't be.
It's not you. I can't do what I do if it's you. This is not happening.
Don't touch her there. She told me.
She remembers how it felt.
Into my heart. Don't remember.
Like you left us without notice.
It's not me, it can't be.
It's not you. I can't do what I do if it's you. This is not happening.
It's not me, it can't be.
It's not you. I can't do what I do if it's you. This is not happening.
Come home. Come home.
It's not me, it can't be.
It's not you. I can't do what I do if it's you. This is not happening.
It's not me, it can't be.
It's not you. I can't do what I do if we're through. This is not happening.
Don’t touch her there. He watched her.
She knew his look. From behind.
When she came home for Christmas.
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After we go to sleep
Our sun rise
I will make it the truth
Of painfully helping me
Cover up things
I wish I never had found
Confident, tangled up
In a nice life
Put the spider in you
Watching in disregard
You live a nice life
With the spider in you
Confident, tangled up
In a nice life
Put the spider in you
Watching in disregard
You live a nice life
With the spider in you
I saved myself
For someone
Somewhere's sweet caress
Something goes wrong
And all I sought was happiness
And so
In right wing fashion
We'll nurture xenophobia
And be strong
In right wing fashion
With paste and generosity
Because no one is safe
From someone
Somewhere's sweet embrace
And so I
Have simply decided
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I don’t feel alright
in spite of these comforting sounds
you make
I don’t feel alright
because you make promises
that you break
Into your house
why don’t we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude
It’s hard to make sense
feels as if I’m sensing you
through a lens
If someone else comes
I’ll just sit here listening to the drums
Previously I never called it solitude
And probably you know
all the dirty shows I’ve put on
Blunted and exhausted like anyone
Honestly I tried to avoid it
Honestly
Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop
And now all the good kids are
messing up
Nobody has gained or
accomplished anything
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When I call you up
Always think twice
I've been gathering
The eminent flies
There are times when I
Call you up twice
No more saying what
With all of your ties
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
I should have been a tsin-tsi for you
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It doesn't matter where you are.
Someone is there
with you, I fear.
It doesn't matter where you are.
I can't complain.
Ignore the stain.
Christmas day is over.
Lights out, breathe slower.
Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.
It doesn't matter where you are
when you're alone.
Light a small fire.
I don't like your sparkles at all.
Guitarist and his centerfold.
Why is that fire old?
A green light is a red light in your dreams tonight.
It's like a battle. Battle. .
Christmas day is over.
Lights out, breathe slower.
I told you why I am lonely.
But you can't stay.
Tomorrow. Streets. Blank faces stare unwilling.
But there are so few.
Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.
Cannot sleep. Open your eyes.
Look outside. Tell your goodbyes.
And I'll be waiting around your house.
I don't mind waiting around your house.
My Commodore 64 is my friend.
I thought I could have some more of my friends.
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