I was taken downtown for my part in the demonstration. I was used and abused with the light in my eye at the station. I said. No no You got the wrong man.
Well you knew from the start. That a one way loving wouldn't last. You think I'm moving slowly girl. i tell you, you're moving way too fast. . Working in the city from 9 to 5.
I'm on the whiskey flying, and I'll run by night. I'm on the whiskey running, and I'll run by night. I'm on the winter cycle, shut my eyes to the bite.
Look up on the ledge, there's a bomber diving on the golden street. Down below the crowd is falling, bullets under feet. . Don't tell me, don't tell me, hey don't tell me.
What do we want, we are going to be the winners or the losers?. And who do we hear, do we listen to the beggars or the choosers?. . We're getting no reaction.
"This is a mad house," she goes straight for the palm. "You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday". . I say "You must be joking, the idea's absurd". But the picture's hanging on her every word.
And out from the echoes of the night. Concrete caverns catch the sky and hold the stars to ransom. A thousand dreams it's getting late. Thousand runners standing still.
There's a man who walks the lonely field at midnight. He wears a matching suit, steel tipped shoes and the diamonds. And he holds the dying flame, the loaded dice and the answer.
I'm head over heels. You know how it feels to be in love. I'm head over heels. Holding back the chills in love. I think I like the sound we're chasing.
It's 2am in Town Hall Station. Black walls and sleeping drunks. Are bad companions. Ice is there. Fear is there. Everyone is nowhere there's too much of nothing.
Cold cold change, we were so excited. But you came and went so soon. Cold cold change, we were not invited. We smiled all the while we were taken in. .