dream Like the 80s never happened. People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway. Disappear here Stroll the pier into the magazine launch party. I am handed a
The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing to add or contest Can still kick a ball a hundred yards We cling
: I'm sitting, on the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers,six pack of beers,six pack of beers. The news copter says the enemies among
this is not home for us Second generation blues or points of view not listened to Different worlds and different rules of allegiance Claiming to the bible and a
: There is a wall that runs right through me Just like the city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run
: I, I still remember how you looked that afternoon. There was only you. You said "it's just like a full moon". Blood beats faster in our veins We left
have another... I am a martyr, I just need a motive I am a martyr, I just need a cause I'm a believer, I just need a motive I'm a believer, I just need
: Lord give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave
, When you?re still strung out, I love you in the morning, With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster Head on my chest a silent smile, a private kind
up Eugene Told him I was drowning Like a castaway on a warm ocean Waiting for a purpose to rise They say it's not becoming For a boy my age If you want
colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning in this room Above our heads, waiting to strike I'm a thinker not a
: I am on, Switched On A sudden clearness, a clarity Hidden away in every locked toilet I?ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms I know your name
your colours have started to run Let them all run, run away from you There is lightning in this room Above our heads, waiting to strike I'm a thinker not a
There is a wall that runs right through me Just like the city, I will never be joined What is this love? Why can I never hold it? Did it really run out
I am on, Switched On A sudden clearness, a clarity Hidden away in every locked toilet I?ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms I know your name,
morning, When you?re still strung out, I love you in the morning, With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster Head on my chest a silent smile, a private
Lord give me grace and dancing feet And the power to impress Lord give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine the moon Is it so wrong to crave recognition
