This boy can't swim, he's wearing too many skins I hope he sinks, then he'll forget everything Dreamt up the lies that would hold it together Then realised
I got your message today, isn't it hard to be recumbent again? he comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane But when you
Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white If you go, I'll come without a fight I'm sick of hearing damning words of you Come cursing through my head
Oh, for the life of me, I don't know Where it is I'm going. I'm growing. Somebody swapped the signs From nursery rhymes And my undress is showing, I'm
Well I know what I like and I like what I see I know what I want and I know what I need And the more that I get, the more that I need So if you're coming
No stone unturned Your spurn is stoned Lifeless and drowned Liquid desire Casual at best Slow disinterest To routine bound Partially dressed I did not
Those two lights are one, With the brightest ever smile, No way the way out, And no resolutions. One heady daze of fun, Do you follow a child around?
London never sleeps, it just sucks The life out of me And the money from my pocket London always creeps, showbiz hugs The life out of me Have some dignity
Way beyond blue While there's a show left to perform, Smooth down your hair and put your makeup on. You'll face another night in two. So close your mind
Tu tu tu Tu ru ru ru Tu tu tu ru ru ru Tu tu tu ru ru ru Tu tu tu ru ru ru Everythin' is beautiful And nothin' hurts You at all, you at all Everythin
I'm cured, hurrah I never thought it would be this easy Cured, bizarre How abstinence can wipe the slate clean I'm through with that It ain't my time
[tommy:] what did I do wrong? [cerys:] oh you nearly drove me cuckoo [tommy:] am I really all that bad? [cerys:] you're worse than hannibal lecter
If you swing to and fro let your inhibitions go They're crippling and useless I'll be your enemy if that's what you want me to be Yeah that'll do nicely
Small wonder You've not heard from her She's gone now, back in England She got spirit, will go farther But she can't see the romance in the color of
The months don't matter They're laughing at her And I'll stay in bed if I want to Well, is it Monday? Let it be Sunday I think a diary would help, don
Now, his intentions unfold, they're not what they seem He only wants to take control Boy, is he selling you loads, all you do is conceive Grant him his
I've got my work cut out with you You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue Are there for all to see But I can tell you've been through
I thought we'd escape I packed a fishin' line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishin' line and counted on it But dreamin' is for moon