Walk across the garden. In the footsteps of my shadow. See the lights out. No one's home. In amongst the statues. Stare at nothing in. The garden moves.
Midnight in the subway. She's on her way home. She tries hard not to run. But she feels she's not alone. Echoes of footsteps follow close behind. But she dare not turn around.
Plastic passion is a hard to handle. Plastic passion is a sold out scandal. Oh it's a plastic passion. It's a plastic passion. Plastic passion is the ladies lover.
Electric line, racing time. Fire down the wall. Spinning around, the killing ground. It makes you look so small. . Henna years, the stinging tears. Flesh on the railway track.
You know you turn me on. Eyes so wide and legs so long. But don't try to talk to me. I won't listen to your lies. You're just an object in my eyes. You're just an object in my eyes.
I went into the butchers. I said wanted wanted wanted some.... Meat. Pass me some of that steak over there. It looks so.... Sweet. . I lost my heart to a meathook!.
Standing on a beach. With a gun in my hand. Staring at the sea. Staring at the sand. Staring down the barrel. At the arab on the ground. See his open mouth.
Don't say what you mean. You might spoil your face. If you walk in the crowd. You won't leave any trace. It's always the same. You're jumping someone else's train.
You wear your smile. Like it was going out of fashion. Dress to inflame. But douse any ideas of passion. . You carry your love in a trinket. Hanging round your throat.
Begging me to stay. I'm laughing in your face. So desperate not to let those years of care. Go to waste. . But it was you who wanted love not romance.
I want to be old. And creek by the fire. I want to smell of rotting wood. It's all I desire. . I want my joints to seize up. I want my legs to ache. I want my eyesight to fail.
No light. No people. No speak. No people. No cars. No people. No food. No people. . Stopped. Short. Grinding halt. Everything's coming to a grinding halt.
Slowly fading blue. The eastern hollows. catch the dying sun. The night-time follows. Silence and black. Mirror pool. mirrors the lonely place. Where I meet you.
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I would say I'm sorry. If I thought that it would change your mind. But I know that this time. I have said too much. Been too unkind. . I try to laugh about it.
Cherish the moment. Feel inside. . We sit in the same room. Side by side. I give you the wrong lines. Feed you. . Accuracy, accuracy. . Look into my eyes.
10.15 on a Saturday night. And the tap. Drips under the strip light. . And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink. And the tap drips. Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip.
(Originally by The Cure). . I would say I'm sorry. If I thought that it would change your mind. But I know that this time I have said too much,. Been too unkind.
I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind. But I know that this time I have said too much, been too unkind. . I would break down at your feet and beg forgiveness plead with you.
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