Throw the knife into the stream Run away across the fields Leave me lying where I fell Rivers running out of me Meet my Jenny
Wander through the wreckage, of the dancing flaws Faces turn in the light A stranger on the brink of love, love Confusion near
She rises with the sun Awakens and undone The postman passes by And after thoughts reply, they do The TV flickers restless
Distance On the barrel Chiming Of the tin man Drinking The man in the box Talking Government conspiracy Na na na na na na na... Alone Girl on the top
Milly passes from the swing Runs home for her tea Wants to twist her wedding ring And sink in her settee In the dark she
(these books were alive they spoke to me. the books have nothing to say!) Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise Aside the chair, it shut down for
In your veins the bed slips away brick dissolve and the walls get thin In your arms I see trough my skin my organs float and the candles blow In your
The bicycles inside your skull Send you away and out you go Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you And pin them on
Green hills and enemies These things they make us sentimental inside Your words are gelignite Or just another sentimental aside We're catching bullets
You've grown up so much since I saw you all those days ago Still got that look about you still got those things that we know Red gilded place
Like Watson and Crick You seem to look Into my soul And though my DNA Is too small for your scope You make it much deeper
She walked out quietly one morning in May Cars and the cold had conspired with the rain She pulled up her coat and she tightened her scarf She felt afraid
he stands with his head in his hands in the corridor in a and e he couldn't resucitate her and now he'll go home to his wife for tea we sing as the sky
Katie feels a snap and switches off the tap Walks out to fetch the shotgun from the shed Feels just a little rush and climbs into the car
Oh fair Doreen the night has seen You ply your trade so sweet And though they come your soul to stun No anvil shall you be No
Soft wings and gentle tongue Mountains that breathe as long as Kipling Oh sorrow song of it all All that static air
If it can be broke then it can be fixed It if can be fused then it can be split It's all under control (x4) If it can be lost then it can be won If it
Young girl stuck to the water Time will tell if you're your mother's daughter Stone boat adrift on the ocean Rows for the shore with the devil's devotion
