i'm a needle in a haystack. i'm a complex soul. if you get with me baby. i'ma do it all. . ain't got no famous friends to talk about. just heart and soul.
I've got a handful of this. What do I do with it?. I've got a barrel of this. What do I do with it?. I do it clean, I do it clean. . Do it clean, do it clean.
I forget. Just what I meant. Broke my neck. Lost respect. It was my fall from grace. . I object. Is what I meant. Lost all track. And away I went. No sign of face-to-face.
Buffalo and bison. Bison and buffalo. Cannonball and rifle. Rifle and cannonball. . That's the way the thunder rumbles. That's the way the thunder rumbles.
Call it a day. When night becomes our mad escape. Forgetting the things you mean to say. When all the right words come too late and. Everything falls out of place.
Flying. And I know I'm not coming down. You're trying. But you know you must soon go down. All my colors turn to clouds. All my colors turn to clouds.
Oh how the times have changes us. Sure and now uncertain. Men not devils have claimed us. Purity deserting. God's one miracle. Lost in circles. . All my all my life.
I've been up to Villiers Terrace. To see what's a-happening. There's people rolling 'round on the carpet. Mixing up the medicine. . Been up to Villiers Terrace.
I'll practice my fall. For practice makes perfect. Chained to the wall. For maximum hold. The window's too far. Too far from my legs. Open the door and let out the cold.
My life's the disease. That could always change. With comparative ease. Just given the chance. . My life is the earth. Twixt muscle and spade. We wait for the worth.
The sky seems full. When you're in the cradle. The rain will fall. And wash your dreams. Stars are stars. And they shine so hard. . Now you spit out the sky.
Swung from a chandelier. My planet sweet on a silver salver. Bailed out my worst fears. 'Cause man has to be his own savior. Blind sailors. Imprisoned jailers.
We sat all night around a table. Trying to string three words together. Time has come and. . By the way, mine's a double. By the way, mine's a double.
I found a thing. In a bedroom. Change the shape. Of the world. For long enough. Got the boat til. As far as I could. Afford it to take me. It was far enough.
There is no comparison. Between things about to have been. Missing the point of our mission. Will we become misshapen?. A change of heart. Will force the nail.
Over your shoulder. I'm hear. The face on your head looks older. We're here. . [Chorus]. Never gonna change. Never gonna disappear. Stars shine down on me tonight.
Can you hear it?. The sound of. Something burning. Something changing. On the merry-go-round. Tonight. . The pictures on my wall. Are about to swing and fall.
John Webster was. One of the best there was. He was the author of. Two major tragedies. The white devil and. The duchess of Malfi. The white devil and.
She floats like a swan. Grace on the water. Lips like sugar. Lips like sugar. . Just when you think you've caught her. She glides across the water. She calls for you tonight.
What needs must be. I realized. I'm walking out. From blackened skies. . You say belief. Is in our eyes. But how can i believe. In blind lies. . I'm counting.