Lying in the long, long grass. Blossom on the trees. Springtime's slipping away, my love. Yeah, springtime's slipping away. . When it comes around again.
you ask me why I'll tell you then. two worlds collide we bury them. we're far too drunk to see these things as they are. you painted me and I sat quite still.
over the rooftops a plane in the sky. beat of a bass drum cars passing me by. under a bridge dark then back into light. a river of raincoats and a forest of faces.
dream and fantasize. Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything. Curse and criticize. middle-aged and at your door. and they're selling you the son of God.
she's all weak and her heart beats so. she can't speak with the lights so low. . just to be one of a crowd. feet scuttling across the floor. spinning lights round and round.
It's 4 in the morning July of '69. Me & my sister. We crept down like shadows. They're bringing the moon right down to our sitting-room. Static & silence & a monochrome vision.
gone forever, the writing on the wall. they've boarded-up the cinema. strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams. shut down in a modern town. . see you walking, see you talking.
You've stolen my heart and I want you to remember. now what'll I do? living alone. you've stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember. now where'll I go to? living alone.
Lying awake dead of night. And eyes that never close. Flowers decay. A still life calls for a change. . I can't wait, forever. I can't wait, forever. .
summer sky and a throat bone dry. and all the fields are all gold. . dusty lane with a song in my brain. and it stoned me to my soul. . i climb higher move towards the fire.
& I'm standing on a platform. Now I'm staring from a train. & all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious. To the dark to the light. It's all the same.
fashion - the timing's all wrong. they taste another flavour. and pretty soon you're gone. fashion - this time it's too late. you knew you'd have to pay for this one day.
In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me. Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse. Running away was easy, I guess, but you left my mind a sloppy mess.