Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one Here I go again Looking for your face
She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail, SHOCK Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That?s all it was
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another
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The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams
I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance
I've been watching you waltz all night Diane Nobody's found a way behind your defenses They never notice the zap gun in your hand Until you're pointing
Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said i'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting any one And
She said she'd meet me in the bar At the Plaza Hotel "Wear a jacket and a tie" "What's the occasion?" She just smiled and she wouldn't say why So here
All the waiters in you grand cafe Leave their tables when you blink Every dog must have his everyday Every drunk must have his drink Don't wait for
cream eyes so deceiving fraternize carefully create vision fabricate smash to pieces watch and wait crash glass houses hasten grasp calculate foreign object phornicate smash glass
whisper Form the corner of her pretty mouth If you run like this forever Your engine will break down Beside that snowing river Leaves into the ground You're building glass
And dresses are what he likes to wear Who are you to say what he should do People in glass houses don't throw stones, no, no, no People in glass houses
made. And funeral marches to its funeral sounds. And the tiny glass houses are all tumbling down. And tiny glass houses, are all tumbling down. And tiny glass
(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett) He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine She arises
You say "go find yourself a new home." But isn't it a bit infantile to consider yourself the judge, of soneone's rights to start a better life? Today
You found yourself alone Underneath the burning starlit sky The smoke is suffocating Cover up your blood shot eyes The people crowd the streets with
From the corner of her pretty miles You can't run like this forever Your engine will break down Besides that snowy river That leaves into the ground You're building glass