I blinked again and. I wasn't dead. I was a favorite child in it's bed. . You had to look. In praise and alarm. Yet I hold nothing. In my arms but my arms.
They put a needle once in my spine. It took them so long to find it. I can't get this pornfilm out of my head. Let's get on with it. . It is banging inside.
All of us are falling. It's in everything. Hold on to nothing. Don't count on anything. The earth is falling too. It doesn't stop at night. See this glass is falling.
The end of a love affair. A scene from a film. Just as familiar. As the love had been. . I woke and couldn't sleep. Before a word was said. The gap was ocean deep.
It happened again last night. It happened again alright. Honey it makes me want to cry. Too late I fell out of bed. Hit the ceiling instead. I'd turned into a butterfly.
I'm staring out the world. I'm staring out the streets. I'm staring out the world. Hoping she will teach. Hoping she will tell. All about herself. I'm staring out the world.
This is no final solution. No this is just for today. I'm running from London pollution. Still cold from the rain. . These are not perfect conditions.
The morning belongs to the night. Until it comes with a light. Until it's born with a spark. Until it outgrows the dark. . And there it hangs for a moment.
Half a day behind. And miles away. I'm on a beach. . The only one around I know. Who can't enjoy the heat. . I bought the postcard. Now I have to write the words.
We shut down the experiment. It had long gone out of hand. But the nation's funds were well spent. To the pride of modern man. . One hundred and twenty-five has crossed the channel.
On cold days it is. Easy to behave and. Easy to believe in it. On cold days it is. Easy to see clear and. Easy to believe in it. . You say winter's killing you.
Well I'm walking in these streets again. I'm back and it all looks the same. And I feel like a man who returned from the moon. Gotta be what it's like to return from the moon.
But I'll save my dreams till I get old. I might need them some day. And I stay awake till the morning comes. I won't be waiting for them today, no. I'll be cryin' for you.
There she goes. Waiting for her love. There she goes. Waiting for her love. There she goes waiting for the big surprise. That'll change her world. That'll change her world.
Chris was five when her mother died. She was the only child. Her mother used to say I'd spoil her too much. She was my joy and pride. Seems like yesterday ... I hear her voice.
Well I'm walking in these streets again. I'm back and it all looks the same. And I feel like a man who returned from the moon. Gotta be what it's like to return from the moon.
But I'll save my dreams till I get old. I might need them some day. And I stay awake till the morning comes. I won't be waiting for them today, no. I'll be cryin' for you.
There she goes. Waiting for her love. There she goes. Waiting for her love. There she goes waiting for the big surprise. That'll change her world. That'll change her world.
Chrios was five when her mother died. She was the only child. Her mother used to say I'd spoil her too much. She was my joy and pride. Seems like yesterday ... I hear her voice.