Go 'way from my window,;
Leave at your own chosen speed.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Has the record been breaking,;
Did the needle just skip
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,;
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Give ya delusions of grandeur;
And a evil eye;
Give you idea that;
You're too good to die
There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
That long black cloud is comin' down
You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Silver and gold;
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
