Say what I need, I kick you down. No I'm fine, don't you hang around. And I find myself here in another home. Where everything moves so slow. So tired.
There's almost nothin' left. An' you eat my kind for breakfast. What did I expect. To come here and find anyone?. Find open arms to greet me. And friends to feed me.
Take your cautionary tales. And take your incremental gain. And all the sycophantic games. And throw 'em all away. . Burn your TV in your yard. And gather 'round it with your friends.
Four times he came by I did not look. Talked about the reservoir. His thumbs were hooked on his carpenter's belt. As he squinted in the sun. Smiled wide many times, think I smiled back once.
Another day, I call and never speak. And you would say nothing's changed at all. And I can't feel much hope for anything. If I won't be there to catch you if you fall.
He's got a thing 'bout losing control. Carries it a mile just to see how far he'll go. Brushes up his chops as he tries to fake a smile. A friend indeed but what I need someone who'll stay a while.
Green button like a lantern. Illuminates this cavern. And outside nothing matters anymore. . My instinct won't deceive me. My senses will not leave me.
Are you the plane that shapes the board. Part of a history, smoothed and worn. And oh, the windy weather. Dry spells, brushfire. . Isn't it strange to see my life.
I thought I'd be alright today. I thought I'd be alive today. Give me your eyes, I'll show you things. You never dreamed you thought you'd see. . I found myself in a light I'd seen.
I will give the secrets you request. And you will be the one to sacrifice. So lay your olive arms upon my breast. And sing the poems, free the butterflies.
We sing the nightingale song alive. Streets never border further than my eyes. We sing the nightingale song alive. We might be different but our hearts won't lie.
Opened my eyes. The fire had come. Not for the end of days. Not for the faithless ones. . Not for vision understood. Burns because it has to burn. Change'll happen whether we.
Life is suffering. Tee hee, ha ha. Life is suffering. Tee hee, ha ha. . Cold and shuddering. Tee hee, ha ha. Cruel and pummeling. Tee hee, ha ha. . Smile on Little Buddha, smile on.
And through the door. What do I see?. . Bradley said, "It's haunted. The house upon the hill. And if we met at four a.m.. Then we would know for sure".
Free my heart to feel again. Free my mind to understand. To run undeterred. . Pull the blinders from my eyes. Let me see the endless skies. Drown me where I stand.
Didn't know, they were a part of it I can't tell. It would seem, there's a lot that I don't know. . But here I am and I'm standing with the perfect view.
One part of me just wants to tell you everything. One part just needs the quiet. And if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here. And on the telephone, you offer reassurance.
Call and anywhere. I would go. Call and anywhere. I would go. . All I ever have I offer. And all I need is hope. And all I need is hope. . Call and anywhere.
Take her arms and hold her down. And hold her down, and hold her down. And hold her down, until she stops moving. Take her arms and hold her down. And hold her down, and hold her down.
There's an old Virginian vibraphone. With a calculated gait. And a man who thinks he's Al Capone. With a cummerbund and cape. . Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you.