Off to the funeral making cola knots. We sit and reminisce about the past. And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her. In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us.
Waiting for the seven eighteen. January is endless. Weary-eyed and forlorn. The Northern Line is the loudest. . Sitting in silence in bars after work.
There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall. All the young people looked the same. Wearing their masks of cool and indifference. Commerce dressed up as rebellion.
When you said tulips. I knew that you're mine. When I caught you there. Crying in the night. Wearing my jacket. Wearing that smile. I knew that I'd found you.
Attention, unbelievers. Fashion victims, opportunists. Blood sport, cop killer. Don't trust art, don't trust culture. . Cancel your thoughts out forever.
Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone. It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion. So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath.
Heavy night it was a heavy night. Feels like we come back from the dead. Heavy night it was a heavy night. I cannot remember what I said to anyone. . If we get up now we can catch the afternoon.
Promise you'll say if it gets. Promise you'll say if it gets too much. Don't be so scared of corners. Don't be so tired of this life. . You drink to laugh.
I rely on (bitter cold). I depend on (arctic snow). A pair of trainers (I've got mine). Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours). . I exist on (apropos).
Walking in the countryside. It seems that the winds have stopped. I took down the posters from my wall. Left letters for you all. . I remember moments of happiness.
I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity. I am trying to be heroic, because all around me history sings. . So I enjoyed and I devoured flesh and wine and luxury.
I caught a glimpse, but it's been forgotten. So here we are again. . I made a vow, to carry you home, home. . I really tried to do what you wanted. It all went wrong again.
All my thoughts are all lies. All my thoughts are all lies. All my bones are so tired. All my bones are so tired. So young and so handsome. So easily led.
She's hearing voices call her. She's hearing voices warn her. She just can't sleep in her bed,. She just can't sleep. She's falling down the stairs. She's tearing out her hair.
Lord, give me grace. And dancing feet. And the power to impress. Lord, give me grace. And dancing feet. Let me outshine them all. . Is it so wrong to crave recognition?.
He said you're just as boring as everyone else. When you tut and you moan. And you squeal and you squelch. He said you're just as boring as everyone else.
Wake up dreamer. It's happening without you. Cut your hair and shave your beard. You squandered your chances. I'll give you a thousand pounds. To show me how you do it.
I am on, Switched On. A sudden clearness, a clarity. Hidden away in every locked toilet I've been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms. I know your name, I know your name, I danced with you we're all friends on.
Attention, unbelievers. Fashion victims, opportunists. Blood sport, cop killer. Don't trust art, don't trust culture. . Cancel your thoughts out forever.
And you're tired of your Mum. And you're tired of your Dad. Got you jumping through hoops. Got you shaving your legs. Let it pass, let it pass, let it pass over you.