sweep up, little sweeper boy It's you who's got the wig on here sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
the tents go up as i go down down to the flats and into the sound the closer i get to the city the further i am from memory in the green grass looking
Whose eyes are those too fair to be but the night in day's clothes Speak, speak it I beg if you know it, just say it plain Lorraine's What thing is this
We walked the aisles aimlessly With our kills painlessly And we go all the night without love In the darkened lonely corners Where we place our drive
Come lay here beside me And I'll fear no death. I'll give you my body And I'll breathe your breath. No-one will harm you Inside this song. We will be
And While I forget your name I forget your sweet face Till Doomsday fell out again Man i went wild last night oh yes i'll pay tonight but i dont let
What do you do when someone you love, without question or warning, is swallowed by a bird, who is swallowed by a mountain, all swallowed by a dream come
Come with me I'll take you anywhere we'll feel our way to the top of the stairs and say hey, oh yes today shake your hands through the chains above let
jean cocteau is covered in butter the ghosts of cappucino and zaza hover in the hallway where the devil and his lover beg you for change on the slide
I'll be arriving 'til the day I die I'll be arriving 'til the day I die When the golden chair it comes down from the sky I'll arive by day, by night
Remember let's plant a flowering tree here in the rubble and debris I'll tend it with a tear if you only hold my hand how's forever been baby? how'
I heard a sound when I was a child someone was walking through the pillow that night the snow muted the pitch of night a shadow approached across
Well I don?t care your cameras caught me crying as I left your gates Or that your maintenance men they caught our last embrace Well you were on the
Stay if you want; There is enough Sadness for the Both of us. Follow the sound To the table underground, There will be plenty Tears goin' round. And
It hasn't been this bright in a century and a third At this time of night in the great, wide world The moon is overhead, her light shines down on me It
Send my fond regards to Lonelyville I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill O I'll grow hale on seawater a son on the honey milk and leave
Now, now woman sweet, sweet child little baby, the black, black night will famously make of every little thing one Look here lady, do you want to see
last night was the science-fiction movie with you and me you in your velvet space-helmet me in my rainball hat if you'd write my lines I would
