I set my hand to writing you... it drifted off the page.. I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake... I haven't ate in days.. For unspoken value, aesthetic, and charm, I'd smile at you sideways,.
There you are, giving candy.. Making confidence with an easy eye.. Easy words... oh, what a dancer.. Dance you right into the corner in the fire.. Do the dark apostle..
Be my TV Guide. In between my stations. Be my satellite. Secret information. . Stairway going one way. To the subway. Waiting for the train. Take it to the runway.
Although I'm young, I got a job to do. Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe. Call it a business trip. Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever.
No, I don't believe in luck. No, I don't believe in circumstance, no more. Accidents never happen in a perfect world. So I won't believe in luck. . I saw you walking in the dark.
Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax. Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette. It's 10 to 10, time is running out.
We don't wear that uniform. Paper men from pages torn. Right off the press. (It could be Tass). Suits for the regime. . The media's gone and had a baby.
Poets problem, patron saint. Puts me in the place I? m in. Passions letter. Poison Pen. On these two things I can depend. Who will write your number on the wall? I will not be there, when you call.
Eyes that tell me, baby. You don't need no invitation. Let me smoke another cigarette. Before I make a move. . I can see me in the morning. Losing my direction.
Every day you've got to wake up and disappear behind your makeup. Take away your calendar watch and you can't keep track until your heart attack. Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine!.