Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers. World Ain't Gone Crazy. Zeneszám

Turn your lights down low

Take your skeletons out of the closet

We can dance to Life with the Dead

And answer every little voice in your head

Let me give my heart away

With a little bit of luck it'll break every day

Share me your pains so I may relieve them

Tell me your visions and I will believe them



I am a candle burning on the dark side of the moon

I am an anvil borne aloft your helium balloon

We're a crooked little bloom

Full of moon perfume

Ambrosia in a cup of clay

The World ain't gone crazy baby

It was born that way



She will offer no defense

Her embrace is a casual indifference

From a seed to a stem to a bloom

We're a warm little light in a cold dark room

Let me give my heart away

With a little bit of luck it'll break every day

Give me a smile, shed me a tear

We have everything to lose and nothing to fear



Oh, yes!

I guess it's true, I must confess

That somewhere not so deep inside

The gods and the devils run a roller coaster ride

Where the wrongs and the rights and the darks and the lights

All collide and coalesce

I don't need an answer

I don't care to guess