They're pickin' up pieces of me,. While they're pickin' up pieces of you.. In a bag you will be, before the day is over.. Were you looking for somewhere to be?.
The payback is here. Take a look, it's all around you. You thought you'd never shed a tear. So this must astound, must confound you. . Buy a ticket for the train.
In the cold light of morning. While everyone's yawning. You're high. In the cold light of morning. The party gets boring. You're high. As your skin starts a scratching.
Call me anticipation. Call me out of line. But I got a hotel reservation. In the name of Valentine. . In the place where we'd vacation. And we walked across the beach.
I'll be your water bathing you clean. The liquid piece. I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in. You won't release. Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through.
I know, you love the song but not the singer. I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger. I know, you want the sin without the sinner. I know. I know.
I want to be much more like you. Your effortlessly graceful scene. That drips from every pore of you. Where logic cannot intervene. I want to take a bath with you.
Breathe me. Every time you close your eyes. Taste me. Every time you cry. This memory will fade away and die. Just for today. Breathe me and say goodbye.
Chinese masseuse, comes between us. talks in haikus, plastic venus.. Got a headrush, in her pocket. two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket. . Hang on, hang on.
I was hanging from a tree. Unaccustomed to such violence. Jesus looking down on me. I'm prepared for one big silence. . How'd I ever end up here. Must be through some lack of kindness.
The end of the century. I said my goodbyes. For what it's worth. I always aim to please. But I nearly died. . For what it's worth. Come on lay with me.
The call to arms was never true. Time to imbibe, here's to you. I'll tell you stories bruised and blue. Of drum machines and landslides. . Just one more round before we're through.
Always stays the same. Nothing ever changes. English summer rain. Seems to last for ages. . Always stays the same. Nothing ever changes. English summer rain.
Always stays the same. Nothing ever changes. English summer rain. Seems to last for ages. . Always stays the same. Nothing ever changes. English summer rain.
You're always ahead of the game. I drag behind. You never get caught in the rain. When I'm drenched to the bone every time. You're the first one to swim across the Seine.
Sick of drugs and dancing feet. Sick of bars where people meet. Smell of crotch and sheets not clean. Hairy men in magazines. Every city looks the same.
I've been wasting all my time. With the devil in the details. And I got no energy to fight. He's a fucking pantomime. The devil in the details. . He's fixing up to take a bite.
Days before you came. Freezing cold and empty. Towns that change their name. And a horn of plenty. . Days before you came. Counting breaths inside me.
Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated. Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated. Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.
You don't know how you're coming across. You don't know what you're coming across. You don't know who you're coming across. You don't know how you're coming across.