Okay stop. Okay start. And please me, I don't care how. Stop me and please me now, Oh, with your mouth. Big bad, big bad ate in a prison room. He's just
I'm working on my backwards walk Walking with no shoes or socks And the time rewinds to the end of May I wish we'd never met then met today I'm working
Jesus is just a Spanish boy's name How come one man got so much fame? And to enemy, it's pointless to anybody That doesn't have faith Give me the cloth
Oh this is what we need A line in the sand I would cross to here Before the tide comes in And you should be less rude You don't know what it might do
Living in colour, we're living in colour I can see the paint on your toes Living in colour, we're living and Even in the blackout, I know I am floating
Good arms Vs bad arms Will win hands down, down They are built to hold and fit Look how far they go around You don't need these now that You've found
My hole, I'll get my hole, I'll get my hole Get my hole, get my hole and I'll find out more It's a choo choo train, a rocket launch If we have a hormone
I left house without a fucking clue And left New York city, girl, without you But the sun does shine in this place some days And even when there?s cloud
Music now, music now, music now.... Music now is quite amazing Musicians unite against the enemy Writing is a job, making someone look dumb is not So
I'm working on my backwards walk Walking with no shoes or socks And the time rewinds to the end of May I wish you'd never met than man today I'm working
Well, this is easier now I've found all the pieces That I lost in the flood And it wasn't that much And though it's easier now I will always remember
I'll turn off the TV It's killing us, we never speak There's a radio in the corner It's dying to make a scene So give me soft, soft static With a human
Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land
And I've been digging that hole tonight On my knees, beneath the moon All I need is a place to lie Guess a grave will have to do Won't you give me two
Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language Communicate through pursed
We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim (Whoaaaa) I swim (Whoaaa)
Can you hear The road from this place? Can you hear footsteps Voices? Can you see The blood on my sleeve? I have fallen in the forest Did you hear me
This is a story and you're not in it, uh, huh Fuckin' pages torn out Here is a bedroom that you've never been in and Here is your shovel, there's the
