Time can make more rubble out of dreams than anything. In a quiet neighborhood where she's living without wings. There's eyes behind the curtains and there's ears below the floor.
Well, I'm just waiting for my chance to come. Just a silhouette against the rising sun. Watch the water, watch the sky. Count the days as they go by. I'm just waiting for my chance to come.
There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window. Of a bus headed out of town. His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger. Map of the roads they go down.
She looks out her window. And the stars don't feel that far away. She watches the wind blow. Blowing all her problems away. . But then she'll ask. As she cleans off the glass.
You sat with the man. Threw it all away. And you dream of the bows. They fall away. And you hope that you won't. See it falling again. . And you'll sing, day by day.
Well, he used to be somebody and now he's someone else. Took apart his old life, left it on the shelf. Sick of being someone he did not admire. Took up all his old things, set them all on fire.
Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips. She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips. She's got deep brown eyes. That've seen it all. Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue.
Looking through the photos you find in my drawer. Laughing so hard, you're rolling around on the floor. At all the bad haircuts and smoking cigarettes.
Oh, well, the world never seemed bigger. Than the summer of '98. Living out in the suburbs. Plotting my escape. . I grew my hair to my shoulder. Formed a band with a couple of friends.
There's a pleasure we must all feel. And it's a pleasure I know. Of losing your heart. And then letting love grow. . What can I say any simpler?. That now is all there is.
Oh well, in five years time we could be walking round a zoo. With the sun shining down over me and you. And there'll be love in the bodies of the elephants too.