Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
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.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
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
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.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
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.
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
Could you ever be true?
You lose yourself, you reappear
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
I'm walking through streets that are dead
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
she's true, like ice, like fire
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
She's a hypnotist collector
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
