the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core
Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know
Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
