Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
I finally realize there's no room for regret
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
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
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
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
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
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.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Insanity is smashing up against my soul; You can say I was on anything but a roll; If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top; What would I do with it anyway ; Maybe take it to the pawn shop
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
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."
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
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
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
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
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
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.
