: I dream of you draped in wires And leaning on the brakes As I lead you with restless liars And dealers on the take And I can read you like a gumshoe
: How are things on the West Coast? I hear you moving real fine You wear those shoes like a dove Now strut those shoes We'll go roaming in the night
: We ain't going to the town We're going to the city Gonna track this shit around And make this place a heart To be a part of We ain't going to the town
: Touch your thighs, I'm the lonely one Remember that lass, because that was the right one Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun And show some
: Yeah but nobody searches Nobody cares somehow When the loving that you've wasted Comes raining from a hapless cloud And I might stop and look upon
: Rosemary Heaven restores you in life Coming with me Through the aging, the fear and the strife It's the smiling on the package It's the faces in the
: I will still be up by fall I'll still be up by fall either way Still be up by fall I'll be still to hear the call either way Street of thought In
: If time is a vessel, then learning to love Might be my way back to sea The flying, the medal, the turning above These are just ways to be seen We all
: This could be destiny Oh sweetheart I've had no sense of time Since we started I got friends in need Oh sweetheart I'd go lengths and lengths and lengths
: It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves The trouble is that you're in love with someone else It should be me. Oh, it should be me Sacred
: I'll lay down my glasses I'll lay down in houses If things come alive I'll subtract pain by ounces Yeah, I will start painting houses If things come
: We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change. But she can read, she can
: Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to That is all that I can do You are a past dinner, the last winner, I'm raping
: I want your silent parts The parts the birds love I know there's such a place I had my back turned You didn't realize I'm lonely You lack the things
: Time is like a broken watch And make money like Fred Astaire I see that you've come to resist me I'm a pitbull in time Your pretense is not what
: I had seven faces Thought I new which one to wear But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights Training myself not to care The subway is a porno The
: When she walks down the street, She knows there's people watching. The building fronts are just fronts To hide the people watching her But she once
: I'm gonna pull you in close I'm gonna wrap you up tight I'm gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight I'm gonna hold your face, and