The cold has a voice. It talks to me. Stillborn by choice. It airs no need. To hold. . Old man feels the cold .... Oh baby don't. 'cause I've been told:.
One left low, left two who left high. They seem so hard to find. Three came twice, took once the time to search. . We're looking for a little bewildered girl.
Donna found us in her slow and dreamy way. I can't hear a word the waiter says to me. She's looking older now, the colour of her hair. She walks into the room too pleased to find me there.
The soft rains of april are over. the soft rains of april are over, over. anybody home now. i am on the phone now, please.... The soft rains of april are over.
Was that somebody screaming?. It wasn't me for sure. I lift my head up from uneasy pillows. Put my feet on the floor. Cut my wrist on a bad thought. And head for the door.
We sit and watch umbrellas fly. I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry. I hear myself say. "My boat's leaving now". So we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye.
My breath was coming fast. And as I make a start. You turn to go, oh, oh. I'll do what you want me to. I'll cry at the thought of the loss of a heart.
Dream myself alive. I dream myself alive. . But you can't deny. There's something dark against the light. All I can say. It doesn't have to be this way.
Hurry home. Freight train running. I've been gone. Too long, honey. Why did I waste away. The only good thing left to save me. Hurry home. Freight train running.
Keep your clever lines. Hold your easy rhymes. Silence everything. Silence always wins. . It's a perfect alibi. There's no need to analyze. It will be all right.
Oh, night I left the city, dreamt of wolf. . He came from where the winds are cold. And truth is seen through keyholes. Strange longings that'll never sleep.