I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
The night passed away so quickly;
It always does when you're with me.
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.
She's a hypnotist collector
Well, you're on your own, you always were,;
In a land of wolves and thieves.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
You say my kisses are not like his,;
But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
