Don't trust me to show you love;
When my love may be only lust.

You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain

Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?

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.

The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face

You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.

Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you

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

This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around

I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them

You lose yourself, you reappear

he not busy being born, Is busy dying

If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

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

Cities on fire, phones out of order

you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century

You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre

Give ya delusions of grandeur;
And a evil eye;
Give you idea that;
You're too good to die

The world of illusion is at my door

Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?

You know, news of you has come down the line;
Even before ya came in the door.;
They say in your father's house, there's many mansions;
Each one of them got a fireproof floor.

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

Can't you make any sound?

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

The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

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.

I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,;
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,;
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,;
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face

I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.

goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well

When there is no more,;
You cut to the core;
Quicker than anyone I knew.

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it

I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes

All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you

How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted

I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl

My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.;
They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well.";
Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high;
When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?

Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow

I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Wallflower, wallflower;
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name

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