Speak, talk to me. Show what I am. And cannot be, talk. Entertain me. Why the want for all that I can't touch. And all that I can't see?. Why the want for all that I can't speak?.
Give me all your paper ma. Gimme all your jazz. Give me something that I need. Something I can have. Mrs. London's coming round. She's coming with her son.
i try to remember a kiss. and i only get sorrow. and yesterday's faded away. now there's only tomorrow. and everything passes and changes. and comes to an end i know.
the air here tastes like poison. the traffic moves on broken roads. the river runs like silver. my own feelings let me down. she's 14 and she's fading.
Love is hiding in the city. Here in all of you. Put the place in cages. But don't label it a zoo. . Get a girl inside your head. Get out of the way. Write yourself a postcard.
city sky comes down like rain. through all the alleys to the sea. i hear footsteps getting louder. drowning in my sleep. painted lies on painted lips.
a phonebook full of accidents. a girl to drive your car. a suit to wear on mondays. and a coat a magazine. a heavy rain a holiday. a painting of the wall.
when you're out in the crowd. trying to make it all pay. and we're telling the world. everything that you said. every word that you say. and we're taking it down.
In the house where Alice lives. (Alice's). it's a mess of souvenirs. let to remind you telling the time. ?. ?. people say it's cold outside. you disagree, she's telling me....
We are both so second hand. We've been around. It really doesn't matter. Does it anyway today?. All our lies will find us out. When we are dreaming. It really doesn't matter.
Play another wedding song. A wedding song goes on and on. See the churches falling down. This is only in your mind. We're useless. We're useless. All their dresses stand so white.
I'm in love with catholics. I'm in love with your blue cars. I'm in love with the words that scream. We are so stupid, we all dream. I'm in love with Frank Sinatra.
Play another wedding song. A wedding song goes on and on. See the churches falling down. This is only in your mind. We're useless. We're useless. All their dresses stand so white.
Until she comes again. I can hear the things she said. I feel no thoughts to move my head. Until she comes again. And with her step. I move my feet. And with her hand.
A thousand rainy days. And I spoke on tongues that talk of saints. Burned down days like cigarettes. For your hollow praise. Down the days that you forget.
It's like torture. I can't say no and that's no lie. It's torture. Get closer. I bite my lip and burn so cold. Closer. Tell myself. Yeah, I'm all you need.
In a room Susan is second hand. Susan is charity. But she won't give you any flowers. . Sha la la la la la la sha la la. Susan's strange. Sha la la la la la la sha la la.
The flowers they cover your feet. All the colors of you. And they shine over all I see. And all I see. . Is all of the tears that I spent. Those that fell over nothing.
This is my shirt. This is yours. And this is called a dream. It must be the soap you use. And mine is called So Kleen. . It was so well advertised. All day on channel nine.
Blue cars, big beat. Dead on my feet. I get this heat. Run 'round lime street. . Do this, be there. I just don't care. All day day wear. Go home she's there.