Another page of history. Another failed and hopeless year. Of wasted life and wasted time. Long ago you sang a tune. Of running from a painful youth. And now it's dry, you're wondering why Talk t
Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight days
Told a lie about yourself. It felt so good to deceive. To pull the wool over everyone. Tell them whatever they'd believe You missed the train and now you're gone. To join the faceless everyone. Y
Hear the noise back in town. Let's gather everyone. And go see what they're. up to now. Driving in, Driving out. From hotel to the bar. All our friends are here. But somehow we seem so divided
I had a house on a rock. I turned around and it had gone to rot. All that was left of me were walls of doubt. I asked a question but the world returned with silence. All that I wanted to know is w
I'm a naked sun see right through me,. I'm a naked sun. I have no clouds to conceal me. I have not one. Maybe someday I'll forget. To rise up but it hasn't happened yet. I've got you sunburnt no
I remember dessert places. Shadowless and cold. Where heaven looks down. On this empty hole. Levers here to taste the ruins. Dark and obscene. But all I want is you. In my sunken dreams I remem
Talking 'bout things we've seen. Paris to Oslo seem like dreams. Looking back, was it real?. You know how things sometimes feel. You can run but you can get no further than. Three city blocks fro
Ride the apocalypse. Coming through the city side. Fallen angel no need to hide. All bodies collide and fate decides. Where vengeance hits. Where our love will fit. . I can't find your face. I
Counting off the days. How could I be so afraid?. Feeling nearer my gloom. So much nearer without you. I've been on the run. From the dirt you talk about everyone. So much nearer my gloom. That
Eyes obscured, by those bangs. Sun is shielded, by your shades. Kick it on the corner. Leather coat and safety pins. You got some? News. And you smoke your? Cools. And it's 1977. . You were ro
