Sometimes there's nothing to feel. Sometimes there's nothing to hold. Sometimes there's no time to run away. Sometimes you just feel so old. . The times it hurts when you cry.
Slowly fading blue. The eastern hollows. catch the dying sun. The night-time follows. Silence and black. Mirror pool. mirrors the lonely place. Where I meet you.
Like a feeling that I'm down. Deep inside my heart. Like I'm looking out through splitting blood red. Windows in my heart. . From a higher up than heaven.
It's opening time down on Fascination Street. So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit. 'Cause I feel it all fading and paling and I'm begging to.
Cruising through town. Slack-jawed tongue out. You're a moron. Turn on the radio. . Afraido. Fire up that dim bulb. And let some coke. Fuck piss into your ear.
Oh, it's opening time. Down on fascination street. So let's cut the conversation. And get out for a bit. . Because I feel it all fading and paling. And I'm begging.