: Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you
got your name tattooed High like a helium balloon Midnight to noon I'm a desert child And mountains make me nauseous I like to look up wild at an infinite
away Dark tree, still sad... Grasped in the holy land So beautyful shy-dark eyes Last eve in beauty's circle left Your scattered shafts of light Sleep at noon
the holy hands of mystery So beautyful shine, dark eyes flashing free Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay Let thy scattered shafts of light play Sleep at noon
you would be there then noone would stay aimless.) Falling from a sky where only darkest clouds survive. (We were once tall men and now we shiver at
works the diner, pourin coffee, slingin hash She said, "I wouldn't have come in today But I really need the cash I know I can't fool anyone cause dark
Standing at the shore, the wind is blowing fast with power like a fortress wall the rain is smashing pouring down feelin' all alone and noone there to
in a guise Every pace you go would go without you The busiest days there's really nothing to do I go away to turn the dark to light Don't look at me when
my kids at, Cuz they don't want ... where they crib at, Hey real tom lookin' for a nice park, Twelve noon she say my family gone make it too dark, This
meeting There's a crisis they must resolve Twice since they moved into this house The Voodoo drums have spoken at night The mansion is dark and gloomy
bulls inside, Just a warning to the people. In case they might try to break in at night, protection from the people. Selling safety in the darkest night
bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside. Just a warning to the people, Who might try to break in at night. Protection from the people, Selling safety in the darkest
Rage for day's end: impatience, like a boat in the evening. Toward the horizon, as down a sounding line. Barcarolle, funeral march. Nocturne at high noon
matters and didn't even leave a latter. Damn [Robin Thicke:] I work at the corner store we all got problems problems. Who was gon fight alone noones
the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side! there was death at every window and hell at one dark window
: [Music by P. Wagner, S. Efthimiadis, C. Efthimiadis, Lyrics by P. Wagner.] In a dark and spooky graveyard, there he's waiting in the deep for the
man? Made my hoe walk to the house Man I hope these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up outta here now That's on the blow Man these niggas ain't at
Shower at sunrise Shave and get dressed I've joined the rat race Just like the rest Horse back the highways Rats fill the streets Girl I get through it
