If I had to lose a mile. If I had to touch feelings. I would lose my soul. The way I do. . I don't have to think. I only have to do it. The results are always perfect.
This is the story of the history of night. From the beginnin' it has never seen the light. It takes a while to never understand. And holds the gift of darkness in it's hand.
Forget yourself, you only wanna be alone. You bought the shelf, you're living like a dusty bone. Gas is high tonight and all the horses flown. . And it's all sewn together this time.
Here we go again. Of what's left of the fool on the floor. And here once again. Through the cellar and out through the back door. . And I don't want a lose it.
Well, they say, it's a rotten shame. Everyone is for now to blame. It's the end and it's all the same. Rotten ghost without a name. . Go away is the other thing.
I wanna be. I wanna be right out there. And watch it blow right out of the radio. . I gotta be. I gotta be like something. And watch my face come out of the radio.
If I had to lose a mile. If I had to touch feelings. I would lose my soul. The way I do. . I don't have to think. I only have to do it. The results are always perfect.
I'm not you no matter what you do. No matter what you see I'll always be a chimpanzee. You're not me no matter what you see. The things I say and do should be of no concern to you.
There seemed to be a buzzing in the air. The barnyard creatures settled off to bed. All at once they heard the sound. Soft vibration filled the ground.
This diamond flow I hear, this shiny hole I wear. This broken rock we breathe was once a lifeless square. We welcome you to here, it isn't so I fear. We wouldn't want to stay another perfect day.
[Chorus]. Away. . [Verse 1]. Been on the road a dozen times now. Within the leeway, behind the sand house. The fascinatin' book of strings. Picks the leaves that drift down in between.