People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
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.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
She's got everything she needs,; She's an artist, she don't look back
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
to live outside the law, you must be honest
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
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.
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
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
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 birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Can't you make any sound?
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
It ain't my cup of meat.
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
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 somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
