Here come the wolves hunting for drifting black sheep. "if you don't kill tonight, i promise none of you will eat." hunger hurts and hunger claws at their
I was asleep in a hammock, I was dreaming that I was a web. I was a dreamcatcher hanging in the window of a mini-van parking along the water's edge.
My baby woke from an awful dream of rotten tropics b the sea Just up from her father's place Cutting through some empty space Where trash would turn to
What did my lover say when she was driving with you? I could not see her face from my new bed. I don't think I should be sorry for things I do in dreams
Early morning Sun has risen gold and chrome for Anastasia Wake up slowly out the window someone calls for Anastasia And I don't know how to stop it at
You lived in a place long, long ago Where nothing moved and time went slow And someone sang about a Golden Age In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
Oh you, old thing. Still got vibrations in your streets. They move me to come down from the chandelier I have been watching you from. Bon soir, bon soir
I - I'm the wall of sand, and stone, and you - you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold as best as I can. But I'm a disaster! I could not be burning
Maybe I just don't understand Made me feel like another man When I kissed you there on Orchard Road Oh oh Heard a call from the empty street An empty
Cave-o-sapien - you were made for breaking of my back. As I carried you past quiet houses, kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied the wildflower
Diamonds in the face of night time Watch them as they float along I was up there floating with them And you know that I am gone The radio sings a patriot
Language City is a bad old place We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know We were tired, we can't sleep It's crowded here, none of us leave
Well, into the desert we must go So into the desert we go Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will And you will grow out of me As naturally as branches
Darling please, let's get out of here On a train to who-knows-where I got a feeling that I can't explain We have to leave this place, we won't go back
The dying light was nearly dead by the time we reached the water's edge. We saw the river beating on the river bank Oh the way that it (something) the
In this house There's no order There's no loss of love out here If it's over And though I call out to you something is haunting these four walls Baby
While stumbling where our hearts beat regular time Where the landscapes dump on rivers flowing by We're just drifting all night long, hands to the sky
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero Early
