She's shackled to the night. Bonded to a darker place. Searching for the lover's face. That haunts her. . Listening to the sounds. Of a city as it moves around.
The threat, they say. Comes from countries ending in '-an'. Where the family name is Khan. And they all read the Koran. . The answer, they say. Is to bomb them all to dust.
Evidence of a new religion. I'll spare you the details. Effluent from a bloated business. With replica shirt sales. . Two for the kids, one for the wife.
You're a modern individual. With a mind that's strong and free. And it got you what you wanted. From the day you came to be. . But when you got what you wanted.
In Recognition of your 100 million album sales. In Recognition of your popularity. You take your gaudy prize from people you said you despised. You wear your self-respect upon your bended knees..
If there's a God. Where does He go to. When disease and hunger. Knock on the door?. . And if there's a God. How does He decide. That she'll be born rich.
You need to harness pain. To raise yourself up again. You need to harness pain. And tell the truth about love. . You need to break your heart. Before you can really start.
Days - no need to count their number. No need to keep a record like the calendar on the wall. Days - devoid of all ambition. Sitting in the kitchen with the calendar on the wall.
You lost your tan from a few months ago.. Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow.. I feel my pulse start to increase the flow. On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show..