on and on we go Traipsing over bridges, over corpses down below And all the while we could have smiled for one thing on our minds The very thing you strive for is the thing
New York Grey and sorrow there to meet her Night sky hangs around to greet her She throws down Lifeline of kisses Anchored to the ground Balloon descending
Celtic children born with stone in hand Cast against the dark Revolution spark Bitter tears they flood the sea They're drowning me. Frightened soldiers
Early morning, pack my bags Atlanta airport driver please Lockheed tristar, runway four Don't you know I hate to leave. Lazy acres, five slow days That
Allnight sailor poor man failure Join one line there's no other Cement mixer back room fixer Join one line there's no other Oh, I've been through this
Love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love These are a few of the things I find
They say that bearing crosses is a religion in itself But honey the strain I'm under, it's ruining my health When we first met as lovers, we walked together
Looked out my window Saw a bruise in the sky, Closed up my curtains As the world began, the world began to Look through it's window Saw a bruise in the
Tired and warm, somebody near you Tired and cold, someone far away Turn your head, shadows are falling Turn your head, see the new day Country road it
With stiffened back, dressed in black Enters doctor pessimism, no one called him. He sips his tea, demands his fee, Offers not one word of comfort to
Oh, baron Saturday Sorrow, he'll show you games to play He bends his mouth up to your ear The words won't disappear He'll take your eyes out for a ride
In the concrete valleys the electric storm We members of the midnight circus Our bodies so brightly adorn In your long sedans and your Oldsmobile Through
Sitting alone on a bench with you Mirrored above in the sky Wondering if you will say goodnight Leave me a grave and goodbye Night sky hangs in blackness
As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face
I saw the canopies, beneath the buildings discreet The hour's late and not a soul on the street, As I stood alone there, at the edge of the night. With
As evening shadows chase the sun The night is here my day is done. Through dark forests of my mind A light is shone - it's you I find. I see you. On
I was encased in an aircraft Feeling so sick I couldn't say When the cat next to me Said let's take it down to cuba way Well his manner wasn't nice But
In the sky you're runnin' white liquid at your feet mismercied through the darkness look so obsolete now the walls are falling now that you are free will