people Too many people, too many people Too many people Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van hooke - drums Ian Wherry - keyboards Phil Palmer - guitar Alan Carvell - backing vocals Toyah
You Give Me Fire Fire...in my soul I think I've been here long ago, before As a child of mine takes the dancefloor On a blanket of light he moves the
I'm sorry I'm late I was delayed in time Having a last supper with some friends of mine ??? The monolithic face is the quantum phase Said these war
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen) Temptation Motivation Hesitation Trepidation And we're walking on broken diamonds Blinded by their light In a world of splintered
Angel And Me I knock the telephone from the table And the room starts to purr. I splash the contents from a drawer, A photo, mid-air
Changeling The flesh Necromancy Your ashes No tomorrow Love ??? Says Azrael Lucifer and Gabriel Host and the Holy Ghost Dust Superstitions Voices Little
I love you, strange man You had come from so far away Talking We were talking, well we tried Then we danced Laughing We were laughing But then we touched
(Words Willcox/Music Lee) In the labyrinth We grow so thin We grow protrusions That we can fly and fight in In the labyrinth We grow guns with bullets
(willcox/sidelnyc) There's a house on the outskirts of Marlborough Past the polly tea rooms Hidden in the trees That watch your every move Consumed by
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen) Now the whole of the human race Needs a dreamscape In your scrapyards of human emotion Put your minds in locomotion City
Wasp waisted Modest and man-shy We can never decide Which colour shall we paint our eyes. We?re getting ready To
We leave the approach The runways no longer closed Journey into discovery Exiled into night flight We're on our way To mysterious worlds Moonlit
a go back to start Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards Ian Wherry - keyboards Al Hodge - guitar Lorna Wright - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals Toyah
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)The door is a whore And it's open wide Naked as the beast You peep inside Emotion's an ocean In which to hide Emotion's an
(willcox/sidelnyc) Here I stand on a large chunk of rock Floatin' in the piss-pot part of the firmament We all push me pull you fuck chuck a buck you
(willcox) I must I must not Homecraft I must I must not Homecraft I must be a bad cook I must not bath Homecraft I must, I must I must wear dirty clothing
My fingers are grass My tongue the asp My town a burial mound My eyes are jewels My ears hear fools And I put them down My feet are wings My body sings
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen) Skimming the surface of a sleep The rain falls hard from the heavens deep Shatters my hopes, shatters my dreams Shatters
