: He spends his time or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his
: So tired Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite
: Here, you focus so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled
: Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and
: Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find
: (Instrumental)
money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't tell what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams
: Sleep as the goer the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you
: Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't tell what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your
So tired, soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find that They were produce by Brian Eno Past the gates, quite stark
(Instrumental)
Here, you focus So I can see your faces The eyes are wrong How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses The tiny isles of bruises The mangled
He spends his time or maybe half of his time Or part of the time wandering 'Round the creeks and cobble stones Of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye
Hey, I found a whistle that hangs like a charm And when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms Fifteen centuries of dissolution
Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree But I don't care who's left behind Lost revelations that I'll never find
Sleep as the goer The bridge that watches the light-speed through And cries while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe
