When the voice of the evening speaks to all of us
That husky twilit tone's advice
Is to follow the black lights to an honest life
And tuck the needles down inside
With the pale gems
And the soft gloss
And the vipers nest will do us wrong But our objective is different
And though we live apart
We'll have no rest The plaster on my walls
Shaking up all the
Things that I stole
From you Its a locust sweep through the mirrored blocks
A shining swarm to clense our city
Well I'll stay our of doors, let them suck me in
No life, just a fireball burning A country side, a garden
Thats all that we want
But we can't win Where I can be your man
Where I can be your man
Where I can be yours
Again
