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She stares into the mirror
You're fading with the sun
The hollows in her face
Like wishing wells
Scarlet as a papercut
And jeweled as the Orion
She never wore that jewelry as a girl
She says the only thing I've ever found
That's greater than it always sounds
Is love
He stares into the river
Heart falling to the drift
An argument of calls
Moving full steam behind
Bloodshot as a baby
And sulking like a valley
Fishing in reflections, killing time
He says the only thing I've ever found
That's greater than it always sounds
Is love
It's a bath that's getting cold while you're frozen to your bed
The milk that's going rancid on the table
The panic in the evening, the photos in the dustbin, the pointless items we forgot to label
It's the perfume on her wrist, that stinks of easy birthday's
The spec is like it's breathless on the side
It's the cross around his neck, but ... wrapped around her
Like diamond on a mackerel and ...
She says the only thing I've ever found
That's greater than it always sounds
Is love
He says the only thing I've ever found
That's greater than it always sounds
Is love
I know the only thing I've ever found
That's greater than it always sounds
Is love
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I pressed my ear to your chest and heard something personal
A whisper that knew my name
Is this how your heart treats all strangers,
With love and affection?
Then I feel cold and empty
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make this happen
No stone unturned
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make something happen
No stone unturned
I held your hand while you were sleeping
The whole night you gripped to mine
A grip that begged me to stay
Is this how your limbs treat all strangers,
With love and affection?
Then I feel weak and empty
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make this happen
No stone unturned
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make something happen
No stone unturned
Strangers don't hide
The morning hunts you down
And there's nothing stranger than to love someone
Strangers don't hide
The morning hunts you down
And there's nothing stranger than to love someone
I heard the water beat on your skin a shower of discipline
As heavy as iron
And I imagined the hand that gripped mine
Now gripping the gaps in the tile
Just holding on tight
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make this happen
No stone unturned
I've got a sense of urgency
I've gotta make something happen
No stone unturned
Strangers don't hide
The morning hunts you down
And there's nothing stranger than to love someone
Strangers don't hide
The morning hunts you down
And there's nothing stranger than to love someone
Strangers don't hide
Strangers don't hide
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You took the tunnel route home, you've never taken that way with me before.
Did you feel the need for change?
Apologies on your fingernails, love flickered in the city of lights,
Like good singers on radio waves
I don't need your tears
I don't want your love
I just gotta get home.
And I feel like I'm breaking up, and I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me this way,
I don’t want you to hold me, I don’t want you to pray,
This is bigger than us
You went where the horses cry, you've never taken that way with me before.
Did you feel the need for change?
Guilt smeared across your lips, I was tired and cold from the window
You're cold, nothing has changed.
I don't need your tears
I don't want your love
I just gotta get home.
And I feel like I'm breaking up, and I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me this way,
I don’t want you to hold me, I don’t want you to pray,
This is bigger than us.
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After the red ants, the black-out comes peace and quiet
Those little footprints fleshed out calm in my mind
I lay like a compass, digits accusing the sunrise
Raindrops abseil the window and flinch through the hurt cries
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
when my nerve's on the high-wire
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
After the hunt and the sweat now comes peace and quiet
Your head on my heart anchored the storm in my eyes
I lay like a carcass, your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow and wait listening out for a reply
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
when my nerve's on the high-wire
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy
I feel this great pressure coming down on me
when my nerve's on the high-wire
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy
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Hold tight for heartbreak
buckle up for loneliness
Right time to get away
Where I'm going
I couldn't care
I'm bored and I'm afraid I'm falling like rain for you
So tired and picking skin just cos its something to do
Bored girls and sad boys
Dull roads to anywhere
Bad sex and enthanol
High scores on solitaire
Im numb and getting off
Getting real done with you
Big plans that never come
Holding out for something new
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
Hold tight for heartbreak
buckle up for loneliness
Right time to get away
Where I'm going
I couldn't care
Dead dreams and dirty clothes
Calls that are long overdue
Cheap highs and souvenirs.
So many knots that I'll never undo
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Not a soul in the street-light
This might be love
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You were writhing on the floor like a moth in molasses
Whoever taught you to move your body like that?
Goose pimples just vanished like some out of date acid
Whoever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
Maybe someday I could scream like you
(Maybe someday I could scream like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
You were crying on the shoulders of the men in the shadows
Whoever taught you to sell your sex like that?
I'm thinking two halos in a stained glass window
Jesus, strangers are as strange as that
Maybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
Maybe someday I could scream like you
(Maybe someday I could scream like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
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The market-place has nothing to sell
Left alone its awnings shiver
Wind whilstles through the wood
Fish teeth snapping in a river
Peaks puncture the sky
Like a child's icy toes
Dipped in a stream
That a few of us know
And the clouds just a ripple?
A shock from the impact?
Shadows on the streets
Look like veils at morning
Ice blots in the stone cracks
Where tears have fallen
Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens
Offerings of incense, small bills and lemons
Drumbeats in the caves and hearbeats in the huts
Protectors unveiled for the first time in months
You find some best friends
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells
The storm clouds pass, and everything's for sale
The chattering of rapids, and the bartering of sunset
Beads crunch like bones, through fingers and knuckles
Poor hands pick cheap Quartz, in the quarries and cliff-ledge
A group of sandalwood trees, with clotted blood covered dark
The biker gangs smoking, on the edge of the lake
The smoke like white horses, a white-eyed mistake
There's spirits in the water, like photos in a box
They're torn by the current, and crushed by the rocks
You find some best friends
We'll hold each other
And I'll turn the bells
I'll turn the bells
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What if I were to disobey, give you back the power?
Would I be punished like a child, And left on my own?
Would you think me ungrateful, and send me away?
If I couldn't make you happy
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
What if I were to disobey, give you back the power?
Would you be the one to turn your back, and cast the first stone?
Would you think me a coward? Though I'd be the hero, and come home a hero
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory,
Well really, I hadn't noticed
Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapse
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory,
Well really, I hadn't noticed
Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapse
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory,
Well really, I hadn't noticed
Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapse
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory,
Well really, I hadn't noticed
Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapse
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory
I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory
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I was waiting in the back-seat of the car, when I knew i'd given up
Down one of the back-streets by the park, so sick of the taste of blood
I'm gonna write your girl a letter, it'll make everything better
Screaming down the phone-line to your mum, she said "Honey ain't home right now"
I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun, and wore them all around this town
Nobody dares to lift a finger, they can see my heart is down and injured
If i'm guilty of anything, its loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
I've been going to church but I don't believe
I'll ever be clear this pain
Walk like a ghost through the streets
Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won't ask your god for mercy...
My spirits are low, my soul is dirty
If i'm guilty of anything, its loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
If i'm guilty of anything, its loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
If i'm guilty of anything, its loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love...
Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love, this is not bad love
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Felt love last night for the first time in a long time
Feels like coming home to stay
Like falling in the sea when it's too hot in the sun
Made things so much worse today
I know you said you'll miss me
But I know that you won't
Cos time is like a wave that washes all the pain away
When you come down
I know I said I'll see you
When it gets to New Year
But now that all the rain's stopped falling
All I think is getting out of here
Felt love last night for the first time in a long time
Feels like I never went away
Like drifting back to sleep when I'm aching and I'm tired
Made me feel so much worse today
I know you said you'll miss me
But I know that you won't
Cos time is like a wave that washes all the pain away
When you come down
I know I said I'll see you
When it gets to New Year
But now that all the rain's stopped falling
All I think is getting out of here
I know I've been welcome
But tell me how far?
Ceremonial notes sound
the gaps in my heart beat now
Never been good enough for you or for me
I've buried my pride, I've buried my key
I know I've been welcome
But tell me how far?
Ceremonial notes sound
the gaps in my heart beat now
Never been good enough for you or for me
I've buried my pride, I've buried my key
I know you said you'll miss me
But I know that you won't
Cos time is like a wave that washes all the pain away
When you come down
I know I said I'll see you
When it gets to New Year
But now that all the rain's stopped falling
All I think is getting out of here
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