We flew here to see you. My feelings and I. I looked down on the city. From up in the sky. The sun was reflecting. From the roofs and the water. Spring had come early.
In the after silence fighting leaves behind. I try to think it over. But my mind's gone blind. I lost the right to argue somewhere down the line. . I had to tell.
This house aches. I whistle it's tune. After so much noise. Freedom is silence. . Half the house is missing. Taken half of me with it. I had imagined this.
"The songs and the music that I portray comes from the heart, and comes from the mind. That makes it... that makes me feel that I am delivering the right information".
Bound up in this energy ball again. Laughing and bouncin' off the magic. Rollin' under like a surfboard in a wave. Washin' me up ...I want to do it again.
They got money, they got sun. They look like they're havin' fun. Don't it seem it's so unfair. They know something you don't know. They've got a better place to go.
The hole in the ozone layer. Is all right by me. Makes England warmer in the summer. Them tropical guys had it too good too long. High time they learned to sing a different song.
The quiet sadness of the people of the North. Echoes silently around the cold grey places. Ecstasies undared. Tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled.
Here today. Gone this afternoon. Another tune we almost remember. What's the story. Sex and drugs again. Business as usual. The clock's already ticking.
Everything crashed. His wife left him. He lost all his money. And most of his friends. He lay awake all night. Lonely and desperate. Contemplating starting again.