A simple proposition A simple night of passion Tell me, I'm not crazy Talk me down, give me ration Intuition is a home Dusty with neglect No longer is
There is a place for me Far, far away On a distant moon Or on a silver screen With the perfect life Where you never die You just press rewind There
"do you smoke opium?" he said as he opened my wallet on the street please god please can you breathe just a little softer It's hard enough to stand up
I'm sure someone Would hear me if I scream Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah But not today I'm sure someone Would notice if I seemed Nah, nah, nah, nah
All those days are gone So she falls asleep every night just before dawn And closes her eyes as the sun starts to rise And all of those days are gone
Body parts are nice, I can close my eyes Think about your lips, they quiver to the tips Of the fingers on my hand, I am the man With some secret plans
Fine with the fall of a nation Fine with the killing fields I'm Fine with the ration of power Praise to the undeserved With a dark and gentle kiss From
In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves
The islands off the coast are on fire Yellow and crimson Just beyond calico beach The fire's ascension Of gasoline Burned red and green Is like the blazing
Tell me, you had bad dreams last night 'Cause you were rolling in your sleep Tell me, you hate those bright street lights Sometimes the shadows give you
Hold your tongue and walk away Say it's been a lovely day Say tomorrow evening's fine Meet me by St. John's divine Until discordant bells have rung Hold
He was seen on the 15th floor Straight up and straight down He seemed to lean into the wind And scream like an old bloodhound Two more inches will do
Leaning from the balcony As if without a care Wondering should I take the fall Of should I take the stairs Have I already fallen over And now spinning
to remember these things I'm pretending we're in Prague picking sodas by the square And the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there Every hour little
Old man walking on the old footpath Old man walking with his first son Oh son, my heart is on the ocean And my eyes are burning from the salt sea Oh son
Saturday night, I was making my way I was making my way back home Walking on the broken bottles Swinging from the street lights, swinging home Walking
She wore out the feeling With a tender killing She paid for the blackout I saw it rolling in. Was I, was I Watching over you, or just Watching you fall
Goodnight to the river Goodnight to the harbor lights Goodnight to the city Goodnight will never be the same Because of you I can sit here drinking Licorice
