I was high and dry like the Kansas sky. If I ached for any more I knew I'd surely die. Night after night trying to get out of my skin. Day after lonely day.
Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here. Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear. I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone. Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home.
Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America. Protected by money and powerful friends. Hoping the world has forgotten by now. All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps.
Down comes Moses with the Ten Commandments. Hewn on a tablet, just the bitterest pill. Breaks up the party in the valley below. Says obey my orders and you're doing God's will.
This all started the way things do. With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire. As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV. And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes.
The curtain breathes, the air swims. The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin. The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round. My mother she feeds and cares for me.
We were singing in the rain - like we invented singing. There's a light in the sky from a million street lights. And we danced all the steps from all those old time movies.
Look out of your windows, watch the skies. Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes. We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons. We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun.
In the tall grass upon the dune. He rests his head on you. It's warm wind and a faded sky. You watch him drifting far away. Dreaming, drowning. Did you marry a man who married the sea?.
Ch: Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep. Turning over turning round, twisting in our sweat. They say there is no rest for the wicked ones.
It seems strange to write about these things now. but the time has probably come when we should. accept whatever is past and gone and never will return..
In the tall grass upon the dune. He rests his head on you. It's warm wind and a faded sky. You watch him drifting far away. Dreaming, drowning. Did you marry a man who married the sea?.
The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes. They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance. In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads.
Get up early every morning just to put your make up on. The wardrobe's full of useless clothes, your winter coats are gone. The jackal pack is feeding, the motorway sweeps down.
In the white washed cancer ward with my hot blood running wild. I see the pain behind your eyes and the search for a reason. And the knowing and the fear of the passing season.
The bonfires blazed across the city, the smoke swirling into the sky. We were standing shoulder to shoulder, Billy McCann and I. Our faces ruddy and burning as we stared into the flames.
To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few. Voice of reason, censored view. The truth is the News and the News is the truth. As if that'll do as a lame excuse for.
The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard. Tonight they'll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were. Gentlemen please take your seats, there's champagne in the boardroom.
This is our town, this is Friday night. Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best. Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.. Stare across the floor as they begin to dance.