Well here we are then you and me. Some little joke of chemistry. With all our sun bleached history. Fading as the light gets strong and. We are brave and we are fakes of.
God you must have some balls. To open your mouth at all. There's nothing happening. Around this scene you're in. And when did you get so safe?. Must be the last resort.
She grew up fast as a cabaret show. Take her to the frozen earth, God. With a head full of coppers like a beggars bowl. Take her from the water to sky, God.
Could you say that again babe. I've not heard that one before. You're looking four years older. You're looking for the door. I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror.
He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt. Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt. Well he used to be a believer, â??til the city got its grip.
(one, two, three; two, two, three). . There you go again. Said, it?s too complicated to explain. So sit me in my high chair. And pat me on the head. But I?ll be making lists.
Well I dreamt about you. About leaving without you. And going on a slow journey. Where no roads are marked and. A black dog is barking. Going on a slow journey.
Kerosene Kathy is bringing in the mail. Its a 50/50 choice. Pass go or go to jail. You can see her with her matches on the pavement in the rain. Glowing by the light of this southbound train.
Did you really believe. It would be. A different voice it. Inevitably. Will all come down to one of two choices. So come on now we've got our sides to pick.
I love you like a whisper. I love you all alone. I love you like a murder, babe. I'm burying the bones. I love you like the last shot. At the bottom of the bottle.
Up in the midnight blue. That's where I'm going to. Up where the sirens scream. Through every misplaced dream. Up with the pirate moon. . In bloody monochrome.
Tell me. Are you really leaving?. I fell so far. I'm almost on the ceiling. You said I've got a way with words. I'm not so sure. But baby I know I got a way with murder.
I've got mud on my shoes. I've got a hole in my head. I've got mud on my shoes. I've got a hole in my head. It is high fashion. It is highly suspect. .
Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down. For the third time today I put his record on. I caught this ailment on the rebound. I'm looking for another one.
Needle of the lonely truth. Guess it's up to us to choose. Just doing what we have to do. To let the blue sky in. . And it's a game, everyone knows. Bombay gin and last year's clothes.
I've got these watches, one for each time zone. ?How does it feel,? Remy says, ?to be on your own??. Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone.
Football stickers and paper dolls. It all gets buried in the end. Rosalea lipstick and midnight calls. It all gets buried in the end. Blind allegiance and foolish love.
Silence in the courtyard, silence in the street. The powers that be, out by the river, are shuffling their feet. But the night is full of car alarms and sideways glances.
You've narrowed it down to pictures of memory. You've narrowed it down to dots on a screen. You've narrowed it down to the few or the many. You've narrowed it down 'till there's no space between.