Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
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.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
Temptation's not an easy thing
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
Reality has always had too many heads
Won't you come with me, baby?; I'll take you where you wanna go.; And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
time is running backwards
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,; I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
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.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
For the loser now; Will be later to win
I wasn't born to lose you.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
Nobody feels any pain
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
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
Junk is piling up, taking up space
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
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
She's a hypnotist collector
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
No knife could ever cut our love apart
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
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.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
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?
