We go outside in the sun. For the last hours of the day. For the best hours of the day. . Our heads are sore from the day. We've had or the night before.
Breaking news is never good, take the needle from my eye. And stack the shelves with anything, just so we don't have nothing. Leap year babies barely age, all their friends are dead.
How the sweet birds fly, they have hollow bones. Made for the sky, not like you or I. I don't want to be in a tin can over the sea. But if we all believe in technology, we'll stay in the sky.
Well, sometimes he just stays in. And he might want some lovin'. And then sometimes he just takes off for a while. And she says. . What's the matter, baby?.
How you stole my gaze on the first day. You were everywhere like a subway. At the summer's end. When things start to fade and die. . On the second day we saw shooting stars.
Look for me every night, if you half close your eyes. You can make out mine in the ghostly light. And you'll hear me cry, "It's not me. Though you shrink in fear, I am nowhere near.
Towers and trials from thrones and carriages. Crossing the seas and whispering in passages. Murder and marriages fit for a queen. Taking me down, down, down.
These years of mine run red like a bloodline. If I was the last son. Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me. I'll shout 'til they come. . Oh, stop leaving my heart on the ground.
We've been drivin' since midnight and my eyes want to close. (I love drivin' with you). But your laughter is spurrin' me on. (I can't wait to get where we're going).