Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Wallflower, wallflower; Take a chance on me.; Please let me ride you home.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
You'd better do somethin' quick; She's your lover now.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
You should be made; To wear earphones
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Whatever you wanted; Slipped out of my mind
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Saw you drift into infinity and come back again
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,; I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,; Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
Everybody must get stoned.
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
You got a lotta nerve; To say you are my friend
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
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."
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
