I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart
You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory You want to change the world You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel But that was looking backward Now you've found the light
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "'J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your heart
I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns Then I heard the children singing They were running through the rainbows They were singing a song for you Well it seemed to be a song for you The one I wanted to write for you, for you
Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle Like a bullet hole in Central Park, a warm wet circle
So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars Blame it on me, blame it on me, Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a rain check
Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there. Death! Approach friend...
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow
When she moved, her presence speared me When she spoke, her words ensnared me Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, Watch the lizard with the crimson veil
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My body has gone But my eyes remain Hovering. Witnessing. Cold as a ghost ..watching the streets Sheltering in doorways of Venice, Vienna, Budapest, Krakow, and Amsterdam
She said there's a house in your mind An attic of treasure, a forgotten pleasure park Waiting inside you in the dark Don't leave it behind
Say you understand me And I will leave myself completely Forgive me if I stare But I can see the island behind your tired, troubled eyes
The medium wave Brought signals here from far away Your tender voice riding on the sea spray Something in the air For those who know the signs Something in the air A storm..
When the darkness takes me over Face down, emptier than zero Invisible you come to me ..quietly Stay beside me Whisper to me "Here I am" And the loneliness fades
A man came to drill holes in the afternoon And by the evening Most of the afternoon had gone I seem to have slept through the morning But in the afternoon A morning is yet to come
Don't touch that dial Don't go to bed Don't read a book Call up instead 0800 s l e e p y h e a d Get off on Angelina
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