Live a life of privilege. Pushing back the last, the lost. The least of these. To dull the edge of conscience with conceit. . Live a life and see the world.
It's two o'clock your time. Midnight mine and I could die to have you here. It's two o'clock your time. Midnight mine and I could die to have you here.
Remember when remember. You and me in fields of blue and white. And I would never take it back. . The stand-offs and the make-ups. On the bench our scene for hours and hours.
Amanda talks about herself. Forever and a day she'll have her way. Amanda talks about nothing. But she'll make you think it's poetry. And it's too bad, she's only seventeen years old.
Fire burns in the grate. The guilt burns in the breast of every prisoner. The guilty, the condemned. . Death is red on their hands. The galling chains reminding every minute.
Estella steps in silence. Her every movement caught. Encased in gilded memory. . Here it comes again. Anticipation racing through me. Thrilling with emotion.
This view has got to change. So let's skip town. Let's go away. Who knows where?. . Let's quit our jobs today. What would we do?. Where would we stay?.
Here I go against the grain. It's time to yet again complain. And make some noise. Make some noise. . We've got all our sciences. Making our appliances.
At daybreak I wait for You. Crush softly, come. With the brilliance and weight of Jupiter. You weaken me as with wounds. . It's always enough to sound the deeps, Numinous.
Fourteen hours a day, fourteen days in two weeks. A fortnight out to sea, I'm far from home, alright by me. Off the coast of Japan, then the Ivory Keys.
Cold as the sun on a winter's morning. Your resolve still lies shivering. A heap of ill sighted plans. So you think, so it shall be. . Dwelling on all that's happened now yeah.
Turn round and I will press your hand. If you will put our hands together now. Turn round, don't stir under my gaze. And you will hold my gaze forever now.
Don't touch this. Just look and feel your way through. Can't tough this tempest just yet. . The hopes and fears. In the sirens sounding. Beating hearts, tears.
So long, farewell. Goodbye you crazy Southerner, goodbye. Don't cry, turn away. . Don't change, I'll write. And all the other stuff, we kinda mean. Don't cry, turn away.
Walking on the seaside. With a sunset over blue. Hand in hand with you. . Listen to the waves break. On a blanket spread for two. Hand in hand with you.