Moving forward using all my breath,. Being friends with you was never second best,. And I saw the world crashing all around your face,. Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace..
Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world thrashing all around your face. Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.
You close your eyes. you say goodnight in your own special way. you rest your head and you rest your mind. and there you go. . there you go so fast, so fast asleep.
Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world thrashing all around your face. Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.
What do you feel when you see. The token man in passing crowds?. A rush of thought and imagery. Do you turn your eyes away?. Does it leave you all full of options.
The bells are tolling for me and my love. Discreet horizon's fading, but fading from my trust. All the walls are falling 'round my ears. I can see the writing's on the wall.
turning 'round as if in flight. I sense your breath cut like a knife. a thousand shadows all in pain. what they feel (fear?) must be the same. . the tension's mounting with the tide.
Come on down with me. I'll show you sights you've never seen. The end is near for you and for me. . Come inside and feel. There's so much here and something tells me it's for real.
Are you sleeping with the stars tonight. or are you blue with cold. leaving imprints on your forehead the floor is cracked and old. nice and easy. see the city.
Constantly moving, countryside lives. Idle chatter, ?ing lips. Lean your head back, light it up again. Another watch another stage. Another building and another grave.
Old machinery's broken down. There's no new past there's no new sound. What would you do if they crumbled to the ground. Wake up you must be dreaming.
Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world thrashing all around your face. Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.
life in the gladhouse is never dull. humdrum days still flying out the window. it's wrought (wild) with overgrown people. . broken engagements and twisted faith.
Reckless I feel, reckless I feel. It's something ideal, it's something ideal. . Space between the thoughts and acts. A mind ? see us ? pay the way. Who knowingly mowed us.
The pressure's on no time to lose. The pressure's on no time to lose. The pressure's on no time to lose. The pressure's on no time to lose. . Inspiring dreams all shattered and blown away.
Tears are moving down your face. Etching lines across your skin. Clutching warm and dry. An ice cold grip is on my mind. Why do you do this to me?. . Watching from a distance.
dreaming in a chair, contemplating. the times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining. reaching out with tenderness. . scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence.
You didn't know how much I wanted you. You didn't know how much I needed you. Shadows on the wall, staring from the bags. Pent-up frustration, failed to explode.
When summer returns to its warm green fields. the sun fading, pastel in the breeze. the swallow swooping, migrating home. the dawning days morning with a sigh.
Have you seen the book today. It's full of lies again. Your name stands out so clear. The signature is there. It's always true. This book they write for you.