They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
your pleasure knows no limits
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
The world of illusion is at my door
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Every time you leave and go off someplace,; Things fall to pieces in my face
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
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.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town; This is the blind horse that leads you around
Darkness at the break of noon
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
