Everyone I know is lonely And God's so far away And my heart belongs to no one So now sometimes I pray Please take this space between us And fill it up
Tied to the tracks and the train's just coming Strapped to the wing with the engine running You say that this wasn't in your plan And don't mess around
You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at that ring around your finger
There is no political solution To our troubled evolution Have no faith in constitution There is no bloody revolution We are spirits in the material world
Rien de dormier cette nuit Je veux de toi Jusque'a` ce que je sois sec Mais nos corps sont tout mouille's Comple'tement couvert de sueur Nous nous noyons
One world is enough For all of us One world is enough For all of us It's a subject we rarely mention But when we do we have this little invention By
Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane I've seen the whole world six times over Sea of Japan to the cliffs
Young teacher the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's no room This girl's an open page
Upon a secret journey I met a holy man His blindness was his wisdom I'm such a lonely man And as the world was turning It rolled itself in pain This
He goes out at night with his big boots on None of his friends know right from wrong They kick a boy to death 'cos he don't belong You've got to humanise
Young teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page
How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity
The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The
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Don't think me unkind Words are hard to find The only cheques I've left unsigned From the banks of chaos in my mind And when their eloquence escapes me
I'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night
Voices inside my head Echoes of things that you said