What is the architect doing?. He is by the riverside. What is he thinking out there?. He is committing egocide. Now isn't that a strange thing?. Well to him it feels just.
What we talk about,. When we talk about love. . Talk about a shot from the hip. And the sky above. Talk about the glow on the lip. What the moon's made of.
Would you go outside?. Asked you to leave. I had enough of this ruckus. I wanna sleep. . You say you're feeling lonely. I got to agree. I feel it coming slowly, slowly to me.
There's no rules here. I been making stuff up from the beginning. How I feel today, is it the price I've paid?. For all my sinning. . Just a lonely boy.
The plan it wasn't much of a plan. I just started walking. I had enough of this old town. and nothing else to do. It was one of those nights. you wonder how nobody died.
Where have i seen this before?. When will i feel it again?. Somebody opened a door. I'm afraid to walk in. Imagination will kill. If imagination stands still.
Everything is quiet. There, in a pool of light. I would have sworn that she had died. I'm telling you. . In all that I will say. In every move I'll make.
Sister love, why don't you break it up?. You got to let someone look into your heart. Sister love, how do you keep it up?. If you don't let no-one look into your heart.