Pull the final splinters Of missing picture winters You have to give yourself a break What's the fascination? With lovers at the station You have to
I'll be the corpse in your bathtub Useless I'll be as deaf as a post If you hold me like a newborn Newborn Whisper what you feel My badly strung declaration
You're a law unto yourself And we don't suffer dreamers But neither should you walk the earth alone So with finger rolls and folding chairs And a volley
Drinking in order to feel Thinking, reinventing the wheel Kicking up mischief and feeding the fire Kicking up mischief and walking the wire Little fish
My high priestess folded neatly Back in your box, oh Lord Called the song, he sang so sweetly Back in your box, oh Lord Found myself astride a tiger
Lippy kids on the corner again Lippy kids on the corner begin Settling like crows Though I never perfected the simian stroll The cigarettes and it was
Your eyes are just like black spiders Your hair and dress in ribbons, baby cakes In despair or incoherent, nothing in between China white, my bride tonight
Drinking in the morning sun Blinking in the morning sun Shaking off the heavy one Heavy like a loaded gun What made me behave that way? Using words I
I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say I nearly wore the window through Where was air sea rescue? The cavalry with tea and sympathy You
We blew the doors, didn't we? Pissed in their champagne And did a real thing, didn't we? Gave ourselves a name And peeled away the shame I wanted to
My brother, fear is only natural You need to chill your fucking bones Lay her down, drink this in While you can Whisper, rest easy There's a belly full
Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees My hands are black, the sun is going down She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam She's listening to the dream
Come as you are sweetheart, come as you are You know you've got nothing to prove I'll put you to bed you can let it all go You've been playing too rough
A friend of mine grows his very own brambles They twist all around him 'til he can't move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend
Stuff was started, things had ends Stuff regarding all my friends Some were married all were fine These are good friends these are mine I got deep warm
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go So, to the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do At the top I'm
Last of the men in hats hops off the coil And the final scene unfolds inside Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow Is a part replayed from a perfect
So she woke up, woke up from where she was lying still Said, I gotta do something 'bout where we're going Step on a steam train, step out of the driving