villagers are out tonight uptight and bored they're pushing you underground on wintry days they stand and gaze outlines in black and ignorant villagers
In the center of the city was a statue and her twin And together they watched over everything Oh, they saw me when I stumbled and they watched you help
The lights my sweet conviction Your time has finally come Though your home is no place to speak of It gave you the courage to run I am grateful for your
The city lights are blackening The sirens softly call Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing the ball When you?ve been stuck here on the doorstep
Farewell to my only friend You've been so good to me Now the carnival has ended Let's set the tigers free The spring was always early And the winter
In the carnival is a sunlit stage For the old of heart and the young of age Every hidden part will be on display In the carnival on a sunlit stage Now
My love is selfish And I bet that yours is too What is this peculiar word called truth My love is selfish Ad it cares not who it hurts It will cut you
For a long long time I've been in pieces In the corner of a room In an endless afternoon For a long long time I've been in pieces For a long long time
The most familiar room Every implement was leading to you And your homely sense of disarray Never once the same, always rearranged But things would never
You see a mask from your window at night So you wake and you go outside And you put it on And they treat you in a different way But you can't understand
We were on display We were ready to face every night and every day But situations changed, in the strangest ways See how you twisted me? And how I'll
The bus was late And forced us all to congregate Twenty-seven strangers Made to stand and wait The time went by The sun went down A baby cried I just
How heavy you are my new born child So viciously free So careless and wild But the eyes of a saint and the soul of a thief In a new found land The windows
Young Paul decides upon a future And he asks from her a favor He wants to know if she will tell him If he's for Hell or he's for Heaven If he's for Hell
The night's synthetic half-light Rolls over your steering wheel I'm closing my eyes just for a while (Can you call me when we're almost halfway) The
Can you hear me now Lying in this bed Embedded in this written story Can you hear me now Calling from this bed I'm spitting words but there's no meaning
Have you got just a minute Are you easily mad Let me show you the back room Where I saw the dead Dancing like children On a midsummer morn And they asked
