Oh yeah, imagine it's a film and you're the star. And pretty soon we're coming to the part. Where you realise that you should give your heart. Oh, give your heart to me.
You say you've got to go home. 'Cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh now, it's half past eight, you'll be late.
Oh children of the future. conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall. to be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors. rolling empty cans down the stairway.
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,. swaying slightly,. drunk on the sun, I suppose.. It was a real summer's day.. The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade..
Well it happened years ago. when you lived on Stanhope Road.. We listened to your sister. when she came home from school. 'coz she was two years older.
Oh I know I don't own you. but I don't even know if I should phone you. Someone's sending me letters. saying you've been going with other fellers.. . And babe.
I fell asleep on your sofa,. and had a dream about a small child,. in dungarees,. who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro.. Then my face cracked open and you were there,.
There's a picture by his first wife on the wall. Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall. A stain from last week's party on the stairs. No one knows who made it or how it ever got there.
I spy for the fbi. (I spy for the fbi). I spy for the fbi. (I spy for the fbi). . I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house. That sees what I can't see.
All day. Hiding from the sun. Waiting for the golden one. Waiting for your fame. After the parade has gone. . Outside was a happy place. Every face had a smile like the golden face.
I sit alone. I drink alone. I was born alone. I'll die alone. I dream alone. I heal alone. I exist alone. And maybe now that's a lot of alone to put up with.
Well I love her and she's leaving. She met a man, plays in a band, last weekend. And he lives out on the west coast. She says she's gotta go. . But it's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A..
seconds. once ignored - now cherished. as they begin to tick away. panting, like a dog in the wind. throat constricted. swelling as a tumor - i can scarcely breathe.