Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper
wide open falsehood the clan destine truths rival till the end in a series of duels pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught
I saw a big star running from me, a world from a record on my bed. Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer, to
Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's
Steep is the water tower painted off blue to match the sky can't ignore the train night walks in the valley silent you could swear the earth just
Shards of glass cut through my gaze broken streamers hanging at my legs drunk and giddy full of fate at the cabaret smokey stares from the bar do
Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why your face is changing
If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their eyes
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig. 500 men with axes and they all dig for me." A lie to say, "O my river where many fish
She walks alone on the brick lane, the breeze is blowing. A year had changed her forever, just like her gray home. He used to live so close here,
Heaven, is this heaven where we are? See them walking, if you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag themselves along the
one time you made me cry be proud that I remember my chin is sore the bruise is gone but the spot is tender gave my hand a sister coy to Cotton
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison
I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store with these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than that
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that
