: Science wears a new suit To his coffee, toast and eggs But he has to skip the stairs now 'Cause of two broken legs Whine, whine, "I cannot climb"
: Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it?s sometimes wise just to shut
: What did I give to you, what did you give to me A nothing trail of silences that warp in the rain You said I don?t really know the reason, it?s just
: Whatever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with, The boys to play, to play When the policeman came
: Old record playing on my own radio And I know it's time to go Get up and out of this black hole I gotta get it right I gotta quit these drugs I gotta
: The heavens dropped a bag of red and white lights Pearls that keep the highway bright And it feels like being born, night driving The moon hangs
: Just like St. Francis The little birds come Lonely for a little warm You give them your music But they just want a song Oh no, I?ll never learn But
: They?re counting on a guilty conscience to save you But I?m banking on the deep blue eyes and the face too They always said always said always said
: Here comes again Blood in the vein Seven a.m., the cars come Gotta fly, gotta say goodbye Leave them before they leave me Turning the sheets Rolling
: I was born by an old streetlight where the men lean out of their windows at night and I was a lead in the orphan choir, and I sang with all my might
: I have a future I have substantial bank accounts Make lotsa money And hope it don?t run out I am a beauty It just takes me four, five hours a day
: The town is crouching A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning Stirring the night?s bath. Bundles of vapour hang over the factories
: Always wondered why your eyes closed Don't you want to see me closing mine? Heaven, help me, I'll devour him See me drawing out his spine Hey, boy
: You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love
: Here's a story 'bout me and Jerome Just convinced him to come out of his home Free as freedom with the highways to roam, he said. "I'll take a drink
: Inside a heart Of freezing boys Searching for the answer In a shiny dime Who beg for sleep And piece of mind Why must the aging page Decide? Me and
: Innocent Sunday Morning As Plain as the Sunday before I thought as she told me her story I don?t think I can hear these anymore Charting a map of
: Oh I Rented a motorbike And all night I had the Fear... But onward, Oh how the terrifying choice was clear So white! The moon was a wicked sight