Long slender shadows, pulsating in windows While feathery curtain hide fountains of eyes from the light A different disease in another translation Though
Being I know my type and she's out there I know my type and she's out there See the dark seeds See the dark barristers gliding away Vengeance is mine
First blood The man in breeches leans against the wall And keeps a green-striped clove ball in his pouch You know him as your friend but he is filling
Trams of Old London Taking my baby into the past And it's trams of Old London Blow my mind Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill Rolling slowly up there
I watch the cars go back and forth I watch the cars go back and forth I watch the cars go back and forth Sometimes south and sometimes north I watch the
You remind me of you when I reach for myself Deep in the water below You?re the reflection and I am the self Self in a hurry with nowhere to go You remind
Don't want no television I don't need another drink I don't need drugs or chemicals Don't even wanna think All I wanna look for is a place Where I can
I can't keep pace with you Give you something wild I can change the place with you Turn you into something Action comes to him who waits If he's not
Sucking on a tap that never dries, could you take it right between your eyes? Bending blood, bending blood, the father stood, the fathers hood. Like shadows
Maybe tonight you're aching For someone you're dreaming of Wait till the dawn is breaking Into the arms of love Maybe tonight you're crying Like a poor
in the aquarium you stroked a greasy ray just at the end of day way down in monterey in the aquarium the fish went through the trees the planes went through
We head downhill, my hands fly back Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out, our hair falls out Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out The iron piston
(she's certainly clickot) (she's certainly cruel) she was tapering to a point in a corona of foam i had one chance to stop her eggs pronounced 'eggs'
Do you wonder like I do What goes on inside of you In the cathedral of the mind All the worshippers are blind Like a toilet from outside A cathedral from
man next door came round one night to ask me for a drink i said i didn't anymore he said, 'that's what you think' a tendril curled around his leg as he
napoleon wore a black hat ate lots of chicken and conquered half europe napoleon was caught by the british imprisoned on elba he died on the phone chamberlain
I walk through the heather Underneath the sky The leaves have never looked as good As now they're going to die But I know why I smile in the heather Where
It was in the city of shame That I found I wasn't to blame I was looking for a weird thing or two I discovered that it had to be you It was in the city
