perfectly sane But I am The invisible man I am The invisible man Talk to me Acknowledge me Confide in me Confess to me ... or Leave me be Leave me be. Written by: Marillion
light You are the light You have the day I have the night But we have the early hours We have the early hours We have the early hours together Written by: Marillion
The only unforgivable thing Hauls itself out of bed Looks over my shoulder At the BloodyEnglishWeather The only unforgivable thing Waits for me in the
A 100 nights of fun and games A thousand empty glasses I feel it change and stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gatherings In the
Track 1 of _Fugazi_ --- I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence. I am the assassin, providing your nemesis. On the sacraficial altar to success
To be the prince of possession In the gallery of contempt Suffering your indiscreet discretions And you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? They boarded up the
When footlights dim in reverence, to prescient passion Forewarned my audience leaves the stage Floating ahead, perfumed shift, within the stammering silence
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed
Armalite, street lights, night sights Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts
He knows, you know He knows, you know Yea Problems, problems Problems, problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic
Staring down from this high window At the faces in the line Cold from hours of waiting How many people can you love? When you're black and blue with
Garden party held today Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers "Hello, dad!", "Hello, dad!" Edgy
I wonder if my rope?s still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me And filled me full of thirsty love And the memory of water?
You may not recall the moment that you asked me But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late Now I'm here, yeah
So here I am once more In the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry In a diary, self penned Yet another emotional suicide
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain Feeling so high you can feel so alone Unable to breathe at the height that you flew Staring on clouds with