I hear the bells down in the canyon It?s snow in New York, some blue December I?m gone to the moon about you, girl And I?m calling to you throughout the
It will always be, the end of time The end of law, the end of life The dogs will howl and yank the leash From tree to tree and from each to each And
Oh, in the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey Stony lonesome I call home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that
When your faith in life is gone Come and speak to me When you?re down and all messed up Seek my sympathy When everybody says no, no, no Well, it?s your
All them tremendous brunettes around All them tremendous brunettes All them tremendous brunettes around Slow down, don?t fuck with my high I want to
They say that God is great They say that God is love and I believe them Don?t fear the random fate I trust the hand of the Almighty and the infinite
My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I?m done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office Aimless
Please show me how to live Please show me how to have a day I don?t wanna wake up now Why do I have to wake up, anyway? Like a soap star in anguish,
That Cuban girl that brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide and sweet as well And now relentless hours
All my life I've been slow and senseless Not struck dumb, I'm just dumb that's all But I can give you the constellations Lay down here and we'll count
I want to be your absolute ultimate Want to be your only one now Feel the wave come up from your sulkiness Feel the rays you radiate now Sweet and plain
Sunken-eyed girl in the sandwich shop Ladle my soup from the kettle pot, so Swoony my self with the smolder looks Parsin' that gaze for the right intention
It will always be The end of time The end of law The end of life The dogs will howl And yank the leash From tree to tree From each to each Does the
They say that God is great They say that God is love And I believe them Don?t fear the random fate; I trust the hand of the almighty and the infinite
I hear the bells Down in the canyon, it?s Snow in New York Some blue December, I?m Gone to the moon Without you, girl, and I?m Calling to you Throughout
Oh in the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey Stony lonesome I call home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that
That Cuban girl That brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide And sweet as well And now relentless hours
Sunken-eyed girl in the sandwich shop Ladle my soup from the kettle pot, so Swoony my self with the smolder looks Parsing that gaze for the right intention
