You could make me cry if you don't know.
And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?
Does she know I still care?
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
Well, you're on your own, you always were,;
In a land of wolves and thieves.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?
I don't want to fake you out
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand;
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Was that the thunder that I heard?;
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
