From the air the fields over Dublin Look like a watercolor When the streets rise up to meet the plane Nobody notices That I miss your face More than anything
Floating along, hippopotamus hunting The beast gets what he deserves Fall in to bed with the daughters of Jezebel And dream of Athenians There???s a hole
Ooo hoo, it???s the fun of your life Bottle keeps spinnin??? spinnin Devil keeps grinnin??? grinnin???, thinkin??? bout a war he???s winnin??? And ooo
They never tell you truth is subjective They only tell you not to lie They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability They only tell you not
Feet on the dashboard Head on the window Moon on a desert tree I will, I will I will stand in your light again Heard me a memory Out on the avenue Where
There`s no fortune to be made here, It`s just a town like any other town. Sure there must be good things left to say Can`t think of one, so... I won`t
"There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen Something's burning in the attic That her tongue will not defend Through the arc of conversation
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going no where, going no where Their tears are filling
You can't save me from myself You can't save her You're lucky if you save yourself Do yourself a favor
Made my decision To just stay awake. To hear my own confessions. Forgive my own mistakes. Do you know my name? You don't recognize me. Do you know my
never try to understand me expectation make me old hide your pennies in the sin? some how I am supposed to know the hardest thing to do let it go and
Eagle in the dark Feathers in the pages. Monkeys in my heart Are rattling their cages. Found a way to blue And another ghost to follow Said "it's only
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers Queen of her mother's house Come step outside feeling full moon high Let's see what we can live without Fix an eye to
Boy when out on a boat tonight Waiting on his lover Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight And the arms of another She said "standing on the water is
The rattlesnakes and fireflies Are stranded at the border between you and me And the static on the radio Is preaching to the children of infinity We stay
It's a custom made afternoon With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself Springtime...Saturday Perfect in an easy way And it's a customary sin For angels
