Swans and their partners they stay Faithful forever or die on the water Foxes are only good for Ruffling feathers, leading lambs to the slaughter Swans
Thrill of fear Flash of cruelty Was what I sensed Of the signs you were sending Lives as one But seperated Who'll drow the lines Who tells when it's
At least come join me Within the belly of the big blue beast. Set assail, catch a breeze, And come on Don't forget to fill your suitcase. Now watch it
Pour yourself into me Our time approaches So near that I sigh What danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies We carry them all away As we
The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your God. Look at the way he stands
See the light and feel my warm desire, run through your veins like the evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your name before
So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let the rich give you presents
Thy every look and every grace so charm whenever I view thee, 'til death overtake me in the chase still will my hopes pursue thee Then when my tedious
Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of
A farmer there lived in the north country a hey ho bonny o And he had daughters one, two, three The swans swim so bonny o These daughters they walked
And She Sits There By The Wall Making Holes Where I Just Stood And Her Hands They Touch Her Face Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood And She Holds On To
Time is ever-changing I will never have it back Sometimes I had wondered if the best was yet to come I can't deny it there are moments I regret So much
Put your hand on my shoulder Turn me around I'm helpless, I'm spinning Turn me around Turn me around I'll open myself and I'll never close The red rose
I see them all lined up, Like naked children at the wall. Their skin is hanging off in sheets. Each face is painted like a whore. Their blood is shining
And The Endless Crowds Of People They Walk Upon This Stone Where Will Their Memory Go Where Did Their Minds Come From And I Was Only A Child When I First
When, When We Were Young We Had No History So Nothing To Lose Meant We Could Choose Choose What We Wanted Then Without Any Fear Or Thought Of Revenge
You create a hell for the ones to buy your illusion You design a spell that you cast upon the forsaken Hortative You engender temptation Re-create Invent
I heard your voice in my mind - you were Iying I saw you under the door - you were sleeping An ocean bleeds in your veins - now you're melting Your hand
