I laid all my songs at Johnny Mathis' Feet. I said "Johnny, Johnny tell me, won't you tell me how to live?. All my hopes are unravelling and I just lost my lease.
Why we can't fake it you won't ever say. Both arms hangin' from the ball and chain. Tongue tied and twisted from braidin' the rope. Both arms hangin' from this faded hope.
My revenge against the world. Is to believe everything you say. Balance as you are. On a pile of empty bottles. . And even when the world has taken. All your defenses away.
Chains. Chains. . We console now, you and I. I said hold me there, hold me. Make the night roll magic, I will not fly away. So now make it, make it rain.
I don't need anybody's love, I couldn't afford it anyway. With my penny's worth of hope, that's not funny but it's a joke. And I got a good one for the collection agency.
If you ask the man in the tollbooth. Well, Im sure hed tell you. That on the highways theres a million ways. If you wanna disappear. . But should you take a left or a right.
Will this night fulfill all the promises. And bury us in peace?. Will it leave us free and forgetful. Or at least bring some sleep?. . Your eyes don't catch the little things.
The wind pulls me around. And everything it touches turns weak. An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek. . The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you.
Time for me to go away. I'll get a new name, I'll get a new face. Time for me to go away. No I don't belong in this place. . But I'm not gonna ask you why.
Child keeps its toys hidden away. Till it wants to break them. Take your share and go away. Make sure you get the last word. . Sit back out of harm's reach.
This year, oh, what's the look this year?. Is it the look of things to come?. Has it all been said, has it all been done?. The sun upon the sea. Did you dress that way for me?.
The thorn in my side is gone. It was too sharp for the laws of the world. Like my need for you, I know. It doesn't register on the scale of the world.
The thorn in my side is gone. It was too sharp for the laws of the world. Like my need for you, I know. It doesn't register on the scale of the world.
This song is dedicated to the chain of lies. Handed down from generation to generation. Like cancer through the ages. . Well you seem to be waiting. For the thunder or the lightning.
The revolving door. I'm stuck in it, my love. Your cold, cold heart that never opens. And never tires. . What chance do I have?. What chance do I have?.
Once upon a time me and vudi met. A major american rock star in a shop. We were immediately jealous of his hair. And his fuel-injected sports cock. . He made the usual stupid sexual jokes.
Now your sleep is over. You can't remember. Why you spent the whole night proving?. What you'll be losing. . The dream is gone. Do you want another one?.
The price of your soul is worth less than the cab fare. That gets you home before the living end. The dead part of you leaves me with a blessing. From a destruction of your beauty.
Now that we've perfected the art of love. Now all the lights shine on me and misery. My good friend misery. . You can be cured by a single touch. You can get up and walk away.
I'm sick of food. So why am I so hungry. I was sick of you. But I don't mind seeing your little face. . I was sick of love. So I just stopped feeling.