She grinds her hips. Maybe arches her back. There's nobody there to see when she is doing that. The guy's not there. He just doesn't exist. She's looking at empty space when she is doing this.
Look at those dancers gliding around. Seems if their feet. Don't hardly touch the ground. . Look at them smiling. Like they knew one another. And they never would come down.
I thought I met a man. Who said he knew a man. Who knew what was going on. I was mistaken. Only another stranger. That I knew. And I thought I had found a light.
When I was a young man I found an old dream,. Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen.. But I made it some new wings and painted the nose,.
Me and my good partners we were riding back to our camp. We were feeling very fine air was clear and slightly damp. We were riding back to have ourselves a party.
Now some small parts seem right scattered here and there. One smiling face in a crowd that's angry and scared. Can't seem to see where it doesn't get worse.
(UPS) EARTH JULY 1975. Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night. Away from the radioactive landmass madness. From the silver-suited people searching out.
It's been a long time comin'. It's goin' to be a long time gone. And it appears to be a long. Appears to be a long. Appears to be a long. Time, yes, a long, long, long, long time.
I remember a funny man who used to make us laugh. But the proof of his truth--they cut his life in half. A caustic wit that cut a bit--opinions were too strong.
You come sail, with this air for little bit, if you will. There black sails knifing through the pitchblende night. Away from the radioactive landmass madness.
(I keep falling over). My overcoat is hung and I'm too far gone to see. When the last drinks bell is rung you can carry me. Carry me. Carry me, push me through the door.
You want to know. How it will be. Me and him. Or you and me. . You both stand there your long hair flowin'. Eyes alive your mind still growin'. Sayin' to me, "What can we do now that we both love you?".
If you're smilin' at me I will understand. 'Cause that is something everybody. Everywhere does in the same language. . I can see by your coat, my friend.
You want to know. How it will be. Me and him. Or you and me. . You both stand there your long hair flowin'. Eyes alive your mind still growin'. Sayin' to me, "What can we do now that we both love you?".
It's hard enough, I know. To find the strength to go. Back to where it all began. It's hard enough to gain. Any traction in the rain. You know it's hard for me to understand.
This is me, can you take another look?. Did I see you looking blindly at your book?. Is it all that you thought, that you thought it took?. Can it be taken, taken at all?.
Orleans, Beaugency, Notre Dame du Clry, Vend'me, Vend'me. Orleans, Beaugency, Notre Dame du Clry, Vend'me, Vend'me. Orleans, Beaugency, Notre Dame du Clry, Vend'me, Vend'me.
The clown sat speechless. Looking in his mirror. Unable to remember. How to paint his face. . Staring at the image. Slowly getting clearer. Wondering if his fear or his heart.
I thought that I had met a man who said. That he knew a man who knew what was going on. I was mistaken, was only another stranger that I knew. . And I thought that I had found daylight.
When I was a young man I found an old dream. Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen. But I made it some new wings and I painted a nose. And I wished so hard up in the air I rose, singing.