She said, "I know what it's like to be dead I know what it is to be sad" And she's making me feel like I never was born I said, "Who put all those things
Can you feel me? Can you touch me? Can you trust me? Can you love me? I need you, Rio, talk to 'em I could tell how you doubted me I knew my heart was
Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
Leapfrog over fences. Little time, less senses. Here by this railway cutting. Life goes quick and it goes without warning. That's how life is in my
We're out on a limb. Should we let the newboys in? We think they can't do no harm. Let's humour them. But they need some passion inside. They take it
I'm lying in the hospital I'm pinned against the bed A stethoscope upon my heart A hand against my head They're peeling off the bandages I'm wincing
We're talking into corners Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway
Blank-faced, Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I
Uncharted wrecks of wonder. In deepest gloom down under. The drowning men are drawing near. We're the subterranean vandals, Tying air lines around
The great British mistake was looking for a way out, Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change,
What are you going to do with your new ways? What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You
Who wait in the cafe and magazine. Who wait for morning or fag machine. Who leave it all unfinalised, And undecided... We who wait. Who wait in the
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight Something heavy or something light, something to set your soul alight I wonder how we'll answer when you say "
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
What's left in the wheelchair? Who bothers what's in there? Who worries what life's like on wheels? No body to speak of. No willpower, voice, love.
Life's short, don't make a mess of it. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box
We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a
In every corner of my memory There's no place you wouldn't be If anything, I wish I had Another dream with you Life was forever yesterday Nothing in