There's things that we might never know
there's things that we might never show eachother
although we're living by eachother's side
i'd never breathe a word to you
if sixty seconds of the truth was spo
Would you be so kind
as just to let me in
[under your skin]
circulate you're system with security
with security
love is sometimes strange
can cut you like a knife
[take your life]
shape you into so
Concrete inspires me
not your leafy silent village streets
roadsigns are all masterpieces
dig until we find the route to beat
electricity turns me on
not your frozen antique candle lit dreams
bow dow
I saw you walking alone heart as free as a window
holding a phone
talking to another man
i'm watching the city
from a taxi
ricochet talk back
vauxhall bridge
you're eyeliner's blue
brings out the f
If your resistance is low
you've got nowhere left to go
don't try to put the blame on me
you've lost your creativity
might borrow
might beg
might steal and sell
my brain don't fit my head too well
Don't be sitting here alone
all through the night
there's so much that we could do
i'm never happy until i've made you cry
high speed in love with you
lying here alone
all through the night
the ligh
Walking throught this town,
i feel so lonesome
all the streets are filled
with my regrets
walking throught this town,
i feel so lonesome
i'm trying hard to learn
how to forget
I wondered
yes i wondered
nearly all the time
will the trees get any taller
in about an hours time
i always wanted the best for you
but now you've slipped away
tomorrow holds the future
i'm stuck i
This is nothing new
it's all been done before
my guitars never lie
but my finger's aren't too sure
i'm standing in the line
standing at the door
it's closing in my face
i've been here so many times
Down in the underground
we're searching for the bublight
down in the underground
the future is here
A RECOVERY
straydog in contagious darkness
as dense as eternity
silent city in constant bublight
Earth is turning into a time bomb
there ain't no place to run
from the black clouds
in front of the sun
Cross lines jam the telephones
no comfort in your own home
television
poisoning minds
I don't
Don't you want to know about my life
don't you want to know about the broken windows
don't you want to know about the boredom
and don't you want to know about the wasted spaces
why should i hide my fee
