City sky comes down like rain Through all the alleys to the sea I hear footsteps getting louder Drowning in my sleep Painted lies on painted lips That
Now the time is almost done The race for last is almost run And almost paid From where I stand, I've got a view Over all the miles of you Where I wait
In the house where Alice lives, Alice's It's a mess of souvenirs There to remind you Telling the time In the garden where you go Flowers die People say
When you're out in the crowd, tryin' to make it all pay And we're tellin' the world Everything that you said, every word that you say And we're taking
Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son
Love is hiding in the city Here in all of you Put the place in cages But don't label it a zoo Get a girl inside your head Get out of the way Write yourself
I try to remember a kiss And I only get sorrow And yesterday's faded away Now there's only tomorrow And everything passes and changes And comes to an
Don't be a girl for all their kisses For all their kisses taste so sweet Don't be a girl for all their flowers All their flowers fade when the day comes
You will have a dress of white You will have a ring of gold You will have a paper snow We'll fall See the wall, the wall is black We will have a heart
Speak, talk to me Show what I am And cannot be Talk, entertain me Why the want for All that I can't touch And all that I can't see? Why the want for
The air here tastes like poison The traffic moves on broken roads The river runs like silver My own feelings let me down She's 14 and she's fading There
She's a heartbeat Yeah, she's a heartbeat She's a door at the end Of a dead end street She's a heartbeat And footsteps, I hear her footsteps Here come
A banker in a tired suit is counting in his head He's standing in your overcoat, he's lying on your bed President gas is tap dancing for the banker he
There are colors flashing People wearing stars and stuff There are engines cracking There's a way to turn it off It gets so hard at times To take it
A phone book full of accidents A girl to drive your car A suit to wear on Mondays And a coat, a magazine A heavy rain a holiday A painting of the wall
Heaven, is the whole of our hearts And Heaven don't tear you apart Yeah, Heaven, is the whole of our hearts And Heaven don't tear you apart There's too
She comes in like an angel And goes down like these flats I don't know why she does all this It's making her see that I don't want you always And I won
Yeah, they tore up our kisses and ran On tomorrow's pages And the lions have eaten the lamb On tomorrow's pages There's a day of your life in your hands
