Started a search to no avail A light that shines behind the veil tryin' to find it And all around us everywhere Is all that we could ever share if only
I.F.O., I.F.O We are trying to make contact Can you hear me? We'd like to conduct a fax orgy What's your 10, 4? Can you hear me?
When you fall, I will pick you up When you call my name I will answer it When you touch, I will close your hands I will close your eyes, when you've seen
You got your nasty sunglasses, to show that you're the fastest Every Sunday driver beware Take a left down the next street, down to the beach There's
You bring your books along and I can wake up You are the sacred one and I'm not like that Ma always said I should be someone else I'm just myself, I'm
Over the hills and over the state line Over the trees but only at stop signs Over the edge and over the lines Stop for a moment, fumble for car keys Some
They will break you, they will cut you down They will turn you, they will turn you around They will twist you, you will let them You will let them in,
Run away and join the circus Learn to fly, yeah learn to fly Run away just to see if I can do it by myself Run away, play the guitar Make it cry, yeah
See her walking down the street, look the other way Just a brown-eyed girl who's walking away from me Who will ask her how she feels, she never talks
Touch, turn, look and see There's something that you want from me But it's something that I do not have It's something I aint got to give (I said) Love
Bob's on the radio I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray Down by the windmill And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little I don't care what your
Jonny comes and says he's going to a place where things are better Hope he doesn't miss us much, promised to send a letter Jonny comes and says he wants
There's a small stream down main street Down Maple Street where we used to live Don't speak ... whisper it The walls have ears in towns like this The
Well the barman say last rounds and he wipes the table And he looks over my shoulder, he's looking at someone else And I see my reflection, it doesn't
I see a man all alone in the air I think that man needs a comb for his hair He fell from the sky on a cold afternoon Crashed into the Earth on a dark
There is a world not world, beyond the water where nothing is but what is not, where she live. Unreal creature but her father was a man wicked
I keep my hand hidden from view A poker face is what's called for with you I hold my cards tight to my chest Just one misjudged look, and you'll guess
Old lady with a barrow, life near ending Standing by the harbor wall, warm wishes sending Children on the cold sea swell, not fishers of men Gone to chase