I remember coming out that tunnel mouth
Singing high and in the water,
Spring and sing before us
The palms hung like reconsidered suicides
From the red ponds of mountain sides
Preserved as a lion was preserved at the start
This was along time ago

Run
The echos w

My mind is a night garden
Heavy with shadow it stares
Your eyes adjust to the dark
All the eastern girls are wondering
Back from St. Martins
Skin all pale
I'm sold out in every department
Got nothing left for the world
Eyes won't adjust to the light

But all

Where to begin?
The snake has left us with last year's skin
Eyeless diamonds of a life that's been and gone
Memory is blind

Where did it end?
We fell together like an accident
Two lives colliding like continents
There'd be mountains between us in time

Low-slun

A wraith of midnight
and cigarettes
that stay awake and carry your ...

There were no darkness to surround us
No questions to confound us
No fear tonight my friends
and no regrets.

Ooh

All I want to make out
All I want to see
are lights across the hil

So long my weekday lover,
You have been so unkind to me.
I've been beside another
In a far off fantasy.

Dust in my heart,
Dust in my veins-
I strayed too far into a dream.
Dark here in a grey surrounds;
Five trees with stars at their crown.

Dust in my hear

Oh, Maybe I
Should settle down to a quiet life.
Or...Maybe I
Should chance it all on a perfect night.
Can?t you see that sounds cynical?
These decisions ain?t made with the head.

Chorus:

?Oh, I just can?t go through it again?, she said.
Nobody asked you to, da

The archangels wounds are still bleeding
and gather some lavender sun
Fistfuls of feathers and greening
there'll be some winter sun

Silently watch fire widow
awakened unto the night
and lead him off into the shadows
traffic eyes alight.

Oh God, oh God please d

Strange the god of your name is (Pozzi in two)???
Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue
one more pilot fish come to swim with the shark
dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth

Chorus
stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper "I

I'm having a billboard time
On this aimless train ride
It seems we spend the best hours of our lives
In flower markets on balconies
Wasted and wanting
More than we've the power to achieve
Hopeless and haunted
By a thousand ghosts of opportunity
Look to the setting