Won't you dance with me?;
I'm fallin' in love with you.
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath;
But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.
Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
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
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears;
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors;
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years;
For dignity
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
Go 'way from my window,;
Leave at your own chosen speed.
