I'll carve a song out of notes of stone. My tune-cut will last generations long. And it will be one to remember me by. When I am dead and gone. . Empires may fall, and the maps might change.
On a river of sighs a boat came towards me. A flimsy disguise covered the devil. Who sang from a song sheet of how modern lifes a bore. . In his choirboy's attire.
Wires fan before you, they draw you. In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green. Each cough rips through you, it wounds you. And flat lines cry wolf on the screen.
Take me back to the evening that it all began. There was you and me. And some drunkards in a black London taxi cab. . And we said, driver, over the hill.
One day, I'll take a bottle. With a good strong base and a cork that fits it. No label, no marker's mark. . I'll shout the bile and anger. And plain disappointment in until I've almost filled it.
Was he with you at the railway?. Did he cradle all your pain?. Did he show to you the best way. To make it all right again?. . Now there was reason in your madness.
In the sky I see angels flying all over town. They've got names in their. Pockets of lovers lost and found. If I send you my angel, would you send. Yours to me?.
Can I keep my head. When all around me are losing theirs. Can I keep my secrets close. Can I hold my course. In this tiny vessel steady. . Will I reach the farthest coast.
Come and ask me if I wanna dance with you. I think you will. It gets cold and lonely on my dark side of the moon. The air thin and chill. . Come and show me what the grey looks like when it's blue.
Spin me round, I'm blindfold. Once upon a time somebody told me. I was going to be someone. I was supposed to be someone. . Now one half likes to carry, wants to share.
One, two, three, four, five, six. . She left this morning. She left no forwarding card. I watched her pack and without looking back. She drove out of the yard.