Walking the mountain is easy for the medicine Man who follows makes sure the Indian Never returns His revenge, his revenge Rising His revenge, his revenge
I nearly died I suicided softly I saw her shadow through the cafe window I watched you lean across the table I watched you whisper in her ear And she
I remember the pain in my mother's eyes, I remember the pain of her compromise years ago. I always wanted to help to make it go away, I didn't know it
Lost in another world, oh Saturn, Saturn Girl. Far away, to an infinite world I escape I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered
Watch the woman's hands as she cultivates the land, As she plants the seed, as she's on her knees. Watch her fingers smile as she holds the little child
Pulling on the apron strings looking up Standing on the chair to be grown up I feel so little, I need my pillow I hate the time, I hate the clock I want
Oh John, oh John, oh John Never lose the memory of April twenty-six Your hands designed my body You autographed my hip I lost all my worry I lost all
Tell me how the story will unfold, I know you see everything. Tell me all about the torch and scroll, I know you know everything. So why do you come
Why do you think she wears those black boots... Why do you think she dyes her hair black... She's awfully insecure She's trying to be cool She's hoping
Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent. I simply watch, your little life from high above. Wanting to call you, wanting to sing, Inside your ears
She was on the floor, her face was in her mother's arms. She had said that she'd been out late with the boys. Just another evening, like every other
Little boy, tries to hide, From the fire in his backyard. Burning cross, white cloth, It's the second time this year. Hitler's brothers are still alive
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing... Look, at how futile this is, I'm so weak, so fragile, so torn. Going round and round, going inside To the
Goya and El Greco, Gaugin and Van Gogh Painted light in the darkness, chiaroscuro Imagine we were a painting A woman and a man, Two lovers on a canvas
