While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,;
When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
You should be made;
To wear earphones
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do
Wallflower, wallflower;
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,;
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
The night is pitch black, come an' make my;
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
