Alone on the edge of something. Surround me a simple shell, you. In the forest frozen people. Dumbfound me, you found me I feel a shoot, I feel a thunderbolt. Under my body. I feel shoot, I feel
Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear. Here is so dull and gray after the April snow has cleared. I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets this time of year I saw you in my mind, I co
Sun said it's gonna shine on, down into my window. It's gonna light my room just right. Gonna shine and make the pain go They go running from the rain in case it turn to thunder. I ripped out the r
Windowsill, Paris, France. Cast a shadow of this chance. Hanging over Gare Du Nord. Like I never asked for more. Statues on the building tops Stooping for the fire we got. Heart's new incantation
Too many ghosts reside behind this window. I could dig it out but I don't. Hear the beginning of morning song. Tripping lightly from night's tongue City lights fade below me. Black wings spread ov
Something ripped me open. From my little death woken. The fading rhythm of a lifeline. Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim. Skirting the rim of reality. Skirting the rim. Love, don't
I stole into the eyes of a boy singing the blues. Hair jet black, he'd stars for shoes. Smoked his cigarette 'cos his lips had touched it and I found out soon. He sure knew how to use a hotel room
Sit tight, it's your version of alive. You keep your molecules inside. I know you know desire is not so polite Take a quick breath, do you feel what's inside? Restraint is the frame you found. But
It's how you know you're alive. Earths gravity lies. Up in that head of fire. And some madness. Will it drive you along. Your collision track. 'Til the skin pulled across your bone. Comes crawl
