very memory And approaches of war Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely, not the right amount Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation
Tempest blows up from a squall Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten Exposing the
The homecoming fanfare is echoing still Now tapping on tables and sensing a chill Poor families expecting a loved one's return Only son and some charlatan
She stood spot lit in a plain print dress Came howling out of the wilderness There beat a cunning and murderous heart Beneath that calm exterior You
Maybe you'll recognize in time Maybe one day you will discover All the pain that lies behind You and your unfortunate love Somebody might be more Unsuitable
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive Rain obscured the window as the
Raining slapping on the window pane An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the
're workin' every day Payin' off the National Ransom They're runnin' wild just like some Childish tantrum Meanwhile we're workin' every day Payin' off the National Ransom
I have a friend She's just a friend I tried to comfort and defend I gave her what you might call advice But nothing like that comes without a price The
You can read right through a book of matches But that won't make you smart You can laugh in the face of watches But time will only break your heart Kings
She attracts dark rumours Travels in blue and other humours Each time she walks in the room Brings in much more than you'd assume Ooo, I looked in her
The spell that you cast Seems to be wearing off fast (The spell that you cast) Come back baby, cos I don't know if I can last (The spell that you cast
I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you
I sat in a motel room with the doctor Just before we were supposed to sing He said regarding this guardian wing This black and clipped misshapen thing
like a practiced finger smith I dreamed I took his digit prints And then I sewed them on a villain's hands Watched him ransom and demand and then called
The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale lead a threadbare up the stairs Adieu, my little ballyhoo, you broke my heart in two And now I haunt the bars and
? Exact, perfect object Now, if you'd only genuflect They're running wild Just like some childish tantrum Meanwhile we're working every day Paying off the National Ransom
The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale Lead a threadbare up stairs Adieu, my little ballyhoo You broke my heart in two And now I haunt the bars and scent
