What do you want of me What do you long from me A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn A count, white and drawn What do you make of me What can you take from
Dancing on hot tiles Dancing on tender hooks Dancing down church aisles Dancing on holy books Dancing on crocodiles Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing
1. Life is but a dream repeat 2. I make the air fall apart Around me Now as the petals are no more A corroding, shrinking stalk remains Bereft of his
Gonna be like a dog Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinski's bad move Just a white
Overshadowed by her sister Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only
Now this could only happen to a guy like me And only happen in a town like this And so I say to each of you most gratefully As I throw each one of you
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if? What if? Nerves Tell
Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head I work like a dog on the job every day Trying
Madness in the wind's got something to say It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces
Paranoia ...Going to collapse into a black hole Please don't do that Paranoia Paranoia da de da da da
Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter From
In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open
Sinister echoes clutching at straws Letter boxes screaming You try to pin him to the wall You end up on the ceiling Locked in a dome The shadows flicker
The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits
Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed In a dismal cheap hotel With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk From my last cold
And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must
Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Freeze