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this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more
this will never end
cause i want more
more, give me more, give me more
if i had a heart i could love you
if i had a voice i would sing
after the night when i wake up
i'll see what tomorrow brings
if i had a voice i would sing
dangling feet from window frame
will i ever ever reach the floor?
more, give me more, give me more
crushed and filled with all i found underneath and inside
just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
if i had a voice i would sing
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When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do
Throwing out a boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That's what I'll have
Staring at a seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul into what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dog eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way back
I've never liked that sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I'm very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
For a minute or two
Then back on my feet to call for you
You've got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
Waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling
And arms too long
I'm waiting for him to catch me
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Never leave me
Walk close beside me
Your hand my hand
Fits so easy
No tomorrow
Let us stop here
We did some great things
Oh-oh, didn't we
Dry and dusty
I am a capsule of energy
You speak softly
We are capsules of energy
Work as I've been told
In return I get money
Small feet in the hall
And I long for every moment
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I've got a friend who I've known since I was seven
We use to talk on the phone, if we have time, if it's the right time
Accompany me by the kitchen sink
We talk about love, we talk about dishwasher tablets, illness
And we dream about heaven
I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation
A box to open up with light and sound
Making you cold
Very cold
I leave home at seven
Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down
November smoke and your toes go numb
A new colour on the Globe
It goes from white to red, a little voice in my head says oh, oh, oh
I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation
A box to open up with light and sound
And if you don't
You're on your own
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an apple and a berry plant
comes with a house
on the grass
who is that
to come by my house
stands outside my window
sucking on the berries and
eats us out of house and home
keeping us awake
keeping us awake
can i come over, i need to rest
lay down for a while
disconnect
the night was so long
the day even longer
lay down for a while
recollect
five AM
out again
triangle walks
magpies, i throw sticks at them
they laugh behind my back
getting a feeling
maybe i will dream again
having that feeling
when there's no one awake
no no one awake
can i come over, i need to rest
lay down for a while
disconnect
the night was so long
the day even longer
lay down for a while
recollect
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I live between concrete walls
When I took her up she was so warm
I live between concrete walls
In my arms she was so warm
Eyes are open and mouth cries
Haven't slept since summer
Oh how I try
I leave the TV on
And the radio
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Dark brown hair and eyelash
Reappear in a flash
Now's the only time I know
Early morning's greatest deed
What's forsaken, I do not need
There is water, there is snow
Settling down door and room
Keep it tidy, keep it like a home
Now's the only time I know
Come here, sparrow
Watch my hand
Black and blue seeds
That is what my hand can
Now's the only time I know
Do my hair, paint eyelash
Reappear in a flash
There is more I'd like to know
Nine-fifteen, then I'm done
Quiet front seat, then drive around
Through the water, through the snow
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So, I lost my head a while ago
But you seem to have done no better
We set fire in the snow
It ain't over, I'm not done
Some do magic
some do harm
I'm holding on, holding on
I'm holding on to a straw
Who is the Alpha
What is made of cloth
How do you say you're sorry and there's nothing
to be afraid of
Is it dark already
How light is a light
Do you laugh while screaming
Is it cold outside
One thing I know for certain
I'm pretty sure
It ain't over
I'm not done
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Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float
There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet moths will keep us warm
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
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He came back one day and
Told me stories that I now dream of
Oh oh oh oh
Open atmosphere
Take me anywhere take me there
Oh oh oh oh
We have water mouth
Sand in pockets and a strained household
Oh oh oh oh
When the night falls
There is fire in the bungalow
Lay back with a big cigar
Lay back we are where we are
Lay back with a big cigar
Lay back this is where we are
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