The first time we flew it. It was ? and cramped. . The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic. Even the steward screamed and joined in it. . We didn't think we were going to make it.
There's a city filth that lingers. . All over my naked hands. Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear. . And every step brings another. . Every hour adds some more.
I'm laying on my back. She climbs over me. Pricks out her nails. Runs them over my proud belly. . I'm a tired, hungry bear. Spoiled and sleepy. Her finger's on my zipper.
Greed's all gone now, there's no question. And I can see you push your hair behind your ear. . Regain your balance. Doesn't matter where she is tonight.
My my, it doesn't matter what you say. . From the start, I hang off every word you say. Oh, tonight, are you trying to fall in love again?. Does it make it all right?.
The walking and constantly. An endless stream of endless dreams. That wheel and roll just past my shoulder. The waiting and constantly. An endless shift of sifting through the facts.
On a quiet summer day long ago and far away. Two tiny tots their game of play did end. As they gazed into the sky where the lazy clouds go by. The little girl said let's just play pretend.
Deep in the heart of germany. Lucy clutched her breast in fear. She heard a beat of her lover's heart. For weeks she raved in dreams he appeared. From far off transylvania.