I'm another life When the gods were crazy And the measurement of time Were the ending seasons And maybe we believed There was anger in the storm Sometimes
I know what I'm made of By what's inside of me Maybe science, maybe giants Maybe just a mystery Maybe the mother of invention Is really intensity And
And mothers' warning, useless to me What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde
No explanation No words describe Serving sentence in your head You murder time Some waiting station One endless night Take the empty trains to nowhere
The bliss of the wild The dark heat of your body Black in the blackness around me The fallacy of a dream The bliss of the wild The dark raging tide Deep
All of our days we cry out for love And we cry for the times that we lost in all When we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams All of our days we cry
In the beginning, in the days before time, the light was alive with the essense of power. And from that power were born beings who lived on the edge of
She moves like she don't care Smooth as silk, cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name And your heart beats like a subway train
Satellites are falling down tonight I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to
Some days are all Mondays. Sort of time on ice. It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies. Who needs it? Nothing is real but
Passing the match test? That's some kind of tease, cuz everything rests on the moment the little flame sees. Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets. He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown,
I wake up laughing, thrown from a nightmare. I come down standing when I'm tossed in the air. Bright as Tiajuana. Like a dose of Bella Donna. I could
Dig up the conjo. Breaking the mojo. Dig up the conjo. Making me well. Who do you love? You're a mess. Got a gun to your head. And drums in the night
In Babylon On the boulevard of broken dreams My will power at the lowest ebb Oh what can I do? Oh buccaneer Can ya help me put my truck in gear? Can ya
I saw you taping thunder from your balcony Saving the sounds Don't trust your memory I see you catch the lightning Hold it up so you can see Through
Just when our number's up You smashed the loving cup It spills out everywhere It simply isn't fair We light up fire flies We kissed on New Years Night
Be my TV guide In between the stations Be my satellite Secret information Stairway Going one way to the subway Waiting for the train Take it to the runway
