I know a princess with one foot in the fire. Two steps from the water's edge. She rides three sheets to the winds who whispers that. . I know a girl who's walking on a wire.
Gonna take my bike out. Gonna take my bike. Gonna ride it slowly. Gonna ride just how I like. . Gonna take my bike out. Gonna take my bike. Gonna ride it slowly.
A change in your voice was all that I heard. A quaverin' breath, a pause an a word. . A shadow that suddenly covered my eyes. A ripplin' water, quite smooth otherwise.
I always had. To tell her to relax. And a cat can slip in doors. Through multitudes of cracks. . And it's funny what they'll do. 'Cause cracks lead outside too.
I need a new way to express. Myself so you don't need to guess. What otherwise I'd say aloud. And watch it float just like a cloud. . High up above you like a thunderhead.
The Squirming Coil of sunset. I keep within my reach. Tried yesterday to get away. And hitchhiked to the beach. . I saw Satan on the beach. Trying to catch a ray.
We're bobbing on the surface. And the shadow glides below. They say she feels my heartbeat. Oh, but how I'll never know. . We're bobbing on the surface.
It's time I sling the baskets off this overburdened horse. Sink my toes into the ground and set a different course. 'Cause if I were here and you were there.
I can't talk my talk with you. Nothing's ever soaking through. The filter that surrounds your thoughts. And holds out lessons left untaught. . I can't talk my talk with you.
Much ado is all I see. And feel like it's surrounding me. The crowd intrudes all day. 'Til I'm finally swept away. . I'm finally swept away. I'm finally swept away.
Well I needed lest restraint before. Well I needed to hit the lights and close the door. I'm fine, I'm fine, 'cause I'm. . Dripping in this strange design.
Im pullin' the pavement from under my nails. I brush past a garden, dependent on whales. The slopin' companion, I cast down the ash. Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash.
I can't describe the feeling when. . I'm in my bed asleep and then. I wake up with a vision blurred. And all my efforts are deterred. To reconstruct this image lost.
My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue. Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view. And if you are there with me, I trust you to lead the way.
Sometimes when the evening's young. The wind dies down the setting sun. Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine. And fills the oceans with red wine. . The trees, the sky, the forest fair.
It's hidden far away but someday I may tell. The tale of metal tangle when into your world I fell. Without you now I wander soaking secretly afraid. But in your grasp the fears don't last though some of them have stayed.
Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift. And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift. Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath. Of the darkness, the light from above could not reach.
She started a blaze from one tiny spark. I didn't even detect. She loved the light, was dismayed by the dark. The stars though she seemed to respect. .
Piper, piper the red, red worm. Awoke last night to the sound of the storm. The words are the words, I sailed upon. . Piper, piper the red, red worm. Awoke last night to the sound of the storm.