Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
The night passed away so quickly; It always does when you're with me.
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
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
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
The treasure can't be found by men who search
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
The world of illusion is at my door
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
