Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound. I'll get the drinks in before we hit the ground. And I don't know who'll speak first. It doesn't matter anyway tonight.
Roll that dice again, again. And once or twice you'll reel me in. What I've got is not what I came for. But I'll keep coming back for more. . Come on lay your head upon my chest.
I'm gonna haunt you. I'm gonna haunt you. Through the playgrounds. Through the fires. You'll be saluting at the stars. And I'll be holding your hand. .
Well, have you heard the broken English?. Have you heard the chorus line?. Have you heard they're taking aim now. And taking their own sweet time?. Have you heard the cards are on the green?.
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust. A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust. No, I'm not after crashing parties, I want your cobweb soul.
Well heaven knows the way things go. With ticker tape and radios. The good fight was lost long ago. And bravery doesn't live in those. Who're going down.
God knows, God knows the direction. We're heading in tonight. God knows, God knows that when we're gone. They'll paint our shadows white. And God knows, God knows most wars are lost.
Sat down with the poker face. The snake eyes and your pillowcase. The hands holding the triple ace. Are laying down the cards. She said it without sentiment.
I?ve got this sweet frame of mind. Lit up the sky like a redemption sign. Oh, are the brake-lights on, baby, or are the wheel in spin?. Will you even remember what kind of state you?re in?.
I'm pleased to meet you boys, you know it's been a while. Since I have had to fake delight just to raise a smile. You're squeezing hands and squeezing hits as good as anyone.
Well I am going down to nowhere. It is not too far from here. And the rain will be running rings. Around this tin fort cavalier. And there are skeletons and wastrels.
Gabardine roses, tortured vines. The sun has been hiding all this time. Thought that I'd see you again somehow. But the dirt is your lover now. . And outside the all night in an orchestra of rain.
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door. Well, I thought I told you you couldn't call round anymore. And outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day.
She's fingering the petals on her dress. It was another lesson in the rise and fall of holiness. Her hands are shaking and her hair is a mess. Oh, yeah he pulled a cheap trick.
Well it's hard to tell whose dream we're in. But the sky fell while we were talking. Amid the bruises and the red lights. Will you call me your darling tonight?.
Meet me by the key-light moon in the park. They've got their clothes and their diet conscience. But are they art?. Riot squad, the old mod, his perfume tears.
3pm. Blue as a road sign,. With a gag and some cheap wine. Sun's in my eyes between. The smoke trails of aircraft,. The kite tails and light shafts. There's a language in the sky.