Burn the midnight lamp. Down until the dawn. I'll keep watch until I'm sure your coming home.. . Shadows play and flicker on the bedroom wall. They turn into a bad dream overnight.
I sat in a motel room with the doctor. Just before we were supposed to sing. He said regarding this guardian wing. This black and clipped misshapen thing.
Everything seems so tranquil. Home movies with no subtitles. Don't you wish you knew what they were sayin'. When the film keeps playin', playin'?. Oh, he's Doctor Luther's assistant.
Burn the midnight lamp. Down until the dawn. I'll keep watch. Until I'm sure your coming home. . Shadows play. And flicker on the bedroom wall. They turn into a bad dream overnight.
Strange things seem to occur, somewhere behind the nursery door. Though I was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for. Now I don't know where to begin confessing.
Please put your rings on a different finger. If you meet me tonight. 'Cause I can't stand those suspicious glances. 'Cause I know the things they're saying are right.
Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this,. I think that I've lived too long. With all of my promise unfulfilled. But there is a veil drawn over all of that.
Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs. In between the Princess' legs. What with wars and floods and beggars. Not to mention stocks and shares. Well, if you have a moment to spare.