I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich
A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,;
And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
You could make me cry if you don't know.
You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
your pleasure knows no limits
I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Precious angel, you believe me when I say;
What God has given to us no man can take away.
