I think I'm coming round Coming round to way of thinking now Trying to find the ground Somewhere new to stop us slipping Always, always straight back
the fate of their regime There's only one needed to complete the harmonizin' And that's a man with a voice like a scraping violin Waiting for Mr. Damage
the ground. The customers just kept to themselves, reading the morning paper with coffee, everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone. The portraits
Paint me a picture and hang it on the wall Color it darkly, the lines will start to crawl Down...down...down Spin me around and around... Draw me away