You and I we want to ride the ocean. You and me we want to sail the stars. You superglue me to a new emotion. Mend the pieces of my broken heart. . And I dissolve into a kind of limbo.
God is looking down upon the shivering ones. Shooting up down on the Wellington Road. And reaching out for their arms. . But we don't wanna know. Down on the Wellington Road.
I didn't want to write this song. Because I love you and you've been my friend so long. We were the same when we were young. Living it two as one. All through the scrapes and all the narrow escapes.
Mary Poppins killed a dream today. Locked it up and threw the key away. It was a very old and dusty dream. Everybody knows -. There's no time for happiness today.
Watch another day go drifting over. It really doesn't matter anymore. 'Long as I keep slipping down my medicine. Gonna be a superstar for sure. You are superstar.
Called by the feeling. That there must be something more. To a place you've never ever been before. Where no one goes. . Yet still you're not alone. You wonder why.
Shut up. You're way down boring. All you got are modern stories. All about the money rolling. And your crank possession holdings. Back off. You don't know me.
Walking home at 7.30. Past the creatures life's forgotten. She don't look nobody in the eye no more. Queuing up her nose is bleeding. Early morning papers screaming.
Something in your eyes that says you've seen the whole of time. A secret hidden in the dirt. That flashes on your smile. A secret we all lost today. Of something once divine.
I'm counting down the days now. 'Til I will reach your side. And cross this space that is between us. See the angels in your eyes. I miss you in the laughter of the river.
I live a life alone. Inside a plastic hole. Inside a cage of stones. I dug myself this hole. I'm a freak. I'm a freak. Oh ho I'm a freak. Good Lord I'm a freak.
What am I? Surely not this awkward frame. That carries me 'round. Not part of emptiness that's still to be found. I want to know. . Thoughts rain down.
Calling out for someone to take this all away. Calling out for anyone to make it go away. Try to kill the picture, the flowers in her hair. Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care.
Rat-a-tat-tat on the window. Of a casualty dawn. The wind's tapping out a message for us. A message I already know. . The wind's picking up as our words become.
It's another night in. . Rats are in the kitchen, scratchin'. Whisperin' my name and laughin'. Edgin' up the hall into my bed. Faces on the walls are screamin'.