Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepherd's delight I got to dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you
He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Bella donna's on the highstreet Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriano's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight
at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique
Two in the morning, dry-dock town The rivers rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah
Where do you think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where do you think you're going Don't you care about my pride Where do you think you
Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV She had another quality
This is slow communique This is slow communique It's a show that I hope you know My opposing say, Why are we inside? There are no rules There are no
i'm trying too hard to forget to just be me. forgetting to forget the imagined audience. who i wish would understand me, yet never know me. because i
...But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and whether or not you were trying to ruin my friend - the simple fact is that you almost did.
this is it, this is it. and the friendships die here, in this place. where i find myself waiting for you. with my emotions in a constant state of flux
so behind- I spring, jog and i walk i pause and stop to wait for a miracle i had to look for an excuse had to look for design lent their anthem try not
wrapped us up in these lines breathless as we are even though i resigned. cannot trust that which is veiled (this time seemed to be the) should have
here i drown in artificial light, in a cluttered room, which has never really felt like mine. and outside, the sun is rising which i know by feeliing,
It seems those days have come and gone into the obscurbing glaze of hindsight. We were just kids, grasping for truth. But what we had can never be replaced
