From the city to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright Can we outlast the show?
Well I?ve been at the top of a cliff and seen ships go sailing away And I?ve watched the sea turn green and bright bluefish swim in the shade I?ve imagined
His mother was a snake His father was a scarecrow Born in the desert with his hat on his head Never missed a shot Sharp as a Pharaoh Tequila in the sunrise
Don't want to hear you say it's hot when something's wrong baby Don't want to hear you say it's nothing when it's not cos I Don't want to love you like
She hates you, then she loves you more Underneath the shadows of her thoughts, shadows of her thoughts, she rings a bell for you I wish that she was a
I lost my shoes I lost my wife I lost my keys I lost my kite And though I'm young at heart I'm so much older Subway eyes and banked up skies And violent
This is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all Cos woman you're my trouble And woman I've been trouble and despair
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge Until one bright morning
Girl in the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from
I left the house left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill ... but down to
I was in a plane to Panama And a fly landed on her thigh And I thought I brushed it off quite brashly I introduced myself And she said her name was sky
The bus drives over on a mellow scene We've done this five nights and tomorrow's free Oh I say, tomorrow's free And I seem to meet it in the morning and
climbed out the window in the darkness And behind you in the night A million dogs come out to fight In the empire that will be rising Rising through
It doesn't matter what I say It doesn't matter what I do It seems I'm going to have to change my look for you cos I've got two shoes but they've been
I like the sound of St Petersburg bells banging in my head The night train rattle and shake and rumble through that cabin bunk bed Now Sigmund said something
I?ve got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key as I wander through the street War is there a war or is there
I?ve got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what?s this music on the breeze It sounds like all my holidays
used to cry but now I have to laugh because she?s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i?m looking up as i?m lying