pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well The pretty
set in stone They say that were together But I'm sat here on my own In the company of strangers This trigger happy scene Well, if a heart do like a
Four more rotations and no one will hurt These are the things I dream of I've been thinking through the drinking Though my confidence is shrinking That
We could throw ourselves in a road But receive no comfort from street lights Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? We're idle in the mean time
To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me Hold on, well, what could that mean? Well, I'm still looking around for leads
we could have smiled for one thing on our minds The very thing you strive for is the thing that makes you blind Run they said to a promised land Run and find us a
Looked out my window Saw a bruise in the sky, Closed up my curtains As the world began, the world began to Look through it's window Saw a bruise in the
you hear me, can you hear me? I'm a-tellin' you again Daughters of Satan all stand in line With faces greased And a mouth full of shine With iron hands
You've got a loaded imagination Uncovering investigations And I like that You were born on another planet In words of the man I think you have it, And
running I was lucky to be there In her hair, she wore flowers The scent, it filled the air She must leave, not returning I was sadness standing there A
I never see the people I know in the bright light of day so how can I say that you're any friend of mine See you anytime I'm feelin' fine Midnight til
, I said today She was tall, she was high Lord, she almost made me cry Today, she spends her time Beside gray lakes of lead she's harnessed to a kneeling
above Oh please send you a friend He prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell you That you ain't a-got no friend
City it leaves without traces Blind sparrows carry me Resting my head on a rainbow High in a tree Laughing at me Crying at me Seeing through me In mirrors
me a letter From the green fields it came She wrote me a letter Trying to explain Now living came easy In velvet valleys of sun She wrote me a letter
She was just a lonely girl But I didn't know if I should try She was just a lonely girl But I didn't know just which way she'd fly Over by the corner
As we bent to do wrong Your smile was the wind Your smile was the wind As it swept us along Why can't you understand That we can't build to lines of a
lives, The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups He spends his time, Looking through other people's lives, Oh and how, inside, He likes the things