: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under earplay design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong time This flyer is
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I can't say that I love Jesus That would be a hollow claim He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today "Judge
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I know what I wanted I know what I wanted I know how I wanted this to be You go down to the water Drink down of the water
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Nothing could be bring me closer Nothing could be bring me near Where is the road I follow? Believing, leave It's under
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites "You
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip Salt Lake City, come in spring Over the salt flats a hailstorm
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) This is horror movie stuff The muffin is peach, you're "makin" love' You mean this opera involves handcuffs? I lay defeated
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) It happened fast, it's over quick A little dust and the engine kicks Did your hands drift down off the wheel? A road owl
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm gasoline I'm burnin' clean Twentieth century go and sleep You're Pleistocene
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) You're movin' through rough waters motel boy, And swimming in your sleep How could I be so blind, mis-sighted, Not to see
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease I scud along the
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) ("A speed zone up here too") I never thought of this as funny It speaks another world to me I wanna be your Easter bunny
I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic, sick Wrap-around blackout tease I scud along the horizon I drink some sweet
I never thought of this as funny It speaks another world to me I wanna be your Easter Bunny I wanna be your Christmas tree I'll strip the world that
Nothing could be bring me closer Nothing could be bring me near Where is the road I follow? To leave it, leave It's under, under, under my feet The sea
Blood from a stone, water from wine Born under an ill-placed sign A stroke of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time This flyer is out of the line The story
Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26 hour trip Salt Lake City, coming in spring Over the salt flats, a hailstorm brought you back to me Salt