: Ich fand ein vollkommenes bild Von einem vollkommenden fremden Nach dem oder auf dem bild Mu?te es in den 40er aufgenommen sein Er konnte ein gerissener
: All the boys are wearing their utility drag The girls slip identikits from their utility bags Some refugees from suburbia are laughing Examining each
: I can feel the turning of the tides Pulling away the night Like a sheet from over me In summer time I dissolve to a beach And everywhere seems to
: We turned the dial, we heard the news and laughed, we don't know why We drank the wine and spoke of times we knew of days gone by We flicked through
: Give us this day all that you showed me - The power and the glory till my kingdom comes. Give us this day all that you showed me - The power and the
: And just as my eyes start seeing After all the pain The twist in my life starts healing Just to twist again In stillness, in sorrow Returns that softly
: Streets I knew were raining, changing Addresses were rearranging The cold boy from the suburbs he left there He'd read the book of no return And me
: Talking in the window as the light fades I heard my voice break just for a moment Talking by the window as the light fades I felt the floor change
machine I want to be a machine I want to be a machine I stole a cathode face from newscasts And a crumbling fugue of songs From the reservoir of video
: Taking shelter by the standing stones Miles from all that moves Breathing solitude, seeking confidence, a gift to me Feeling spirits never far removed
: Standing on my own It didn't mean that much to me I thought I had it all I didn't see the mystery I stood the test of time I took the step to find
: Modern lovers, we Shine suspended while Tricking time and turning tides, oh-oh Modern beauties they Broadcast endlessly Frozen flowers for the brides
: One more day in a vacuum drags me down One bright thought in a black room drags me down, down, down One more head hits a wall and it drags me down
: I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime, Judging by the style. He could be a killer
: My sex Waits for me Like a mongrel waits Downwind on a tight rope leash My sex Is a fragile acrobat Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot Sometimes I'm an
: I thought you knew me by now Let the lights go on roaring Someone's hand on my shoulder Then whip past the turning point There's time for the taking
: If the stack is high against you And the hammer's coming down And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands Oh my sentimental friend The fast
: We were so young, we were too vain. Dance in the dark, sing in the rain. Time on our hands, hope in our hearts. Chorus: We were talking, passing