He cut your strings so that he could float Lit by lights, lifted by alcohol Over acres of loving coast Far away from your lonely ghost Now he?s cool
They ask for more What do you think this fan club is for? I slithered up each rose corridor I kept a warm, safe place at my core Before I lost it They
Packed and all eyes turned in No one to see on the quay, no one waving for me Just the shoreline receding Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't
I'm surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And they're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I was
You'd better wear a dress that covers up that bruise, how could I refuse your wish that I do that to you? You'd better take your face from every cloud
They ask for more; What do you think this fanclub is for? I slithered up each rose corridor, I kept a warm safe place in my core before I lost it.
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes Let fall your shirt I'm not the ladykilling sort Enough to hurt A girl in port Marie's gone
Come into the den Come into the den You've got a glow You've got a glow Climb into my arms With blood on your clothes You've got a glow You've got a
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don't lie on the bed, laid
Hot breath rought skin, warm laughs and smiling, the lovliest words whispered and meant you like all these things. But, though you like all these things
Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery. On the evening of October 10th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in
Rapt, in a??Star Warsa?? sheets, with my hand across your belly, we waded through the watercolor. And drunk in your parents house, junk coming out
Sit back, no song is written, it's nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. This infection gets stronger
April Anne, with a red bandana 'round your head Pretty Anne, with a peacock-feathered fan said That the sash around your waist had turned to lead And
The paranoid great movie queen sits idly, fully armed Powder and mascara, they're a warning light for charm We see her every movie night, the strong against
Bleeding black sheep boy, mirror in pieces. Turn the receiver, trace the police station. Line to my number and number my reasons for this paranoia, for
Here I am back home again I'm here to rest All they ask is where I've been Knowing I've been West I'm the family's unowned boy Golden curls of envied
And I have seen the world of dreams, fresh-flown through the trees then dropped off at the curb alive, have seen the world awake, and I don't know which