Now one fell asleep in the street. And he never woke up. And now one died in pieces. Whose been with a mouthful of ghosts. And one threatening long ago I saw him.
Once upon a time I was of the mind. To lay your burden down. And leave you where you stood. And you believed I could. You'd seen it done before. I could read your thoughts.
Once upon a time I was of the mind. To lay your burden down. And leave you where you stood. And you believed I could. You'd seen it done before. I could read your thoughts.
He was standing at the rock. Gathering the flock. And getting there with no directions. And underneath the arch. It turned into a march. And there he found the spark to.
On a cobweb afternoon. In a room full of emptiness. By a freeway I confess. I was lost in the pages. Of a book full of death. Reading how we'll die alone.
In my hour of need. On a sea of gray. On my knees I pray to you. Help me find the dawn. Of the dying day. . Won't you light my way. . A bullet is a man.
Well if you set your mind upon it. I know that you can. You've got everything you wanted. You've done everything you planned. So let me make an offer.
The first time I saw you. You were chasing down. A cyclone. All alone in a field. With rail yards and clovers. I kept rolling on and never thought. You'd wind up chasing me.
House is haunted. I just want to go for a ride. Out and on. Before I set this room alight. Left alone forever and for crimes unclear. With my patience gone.
I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost. Cause it doesn't remind me of anything. With a graveyard tan carrying a cross. Cause it doesn't remind me of anything.