All those days are gone So she falls asleep every night just before dawn And closes her eyes As the sun starts to rise 'Cause all those days are gone Sometimes she pretends The sun it has finally begun to come to an e.. Read »

The islands off the coast are on fire Yellow and crimson Just beyond calico beach The fire's ascension Of gasoline Burned red and green Is like the blazing corona Of a midnight sun Under the angeldust And the termi.. Read »

There is a place for me Far, far away On a distant moon, Or on a silver screen. With the perfect life, Where you never die. You just press rewind. There is a place for me, Far, far away On a distant screen, Or on .. Read »

Body parts are nice I can close my eyes And think about your lips They quiver to the tips Of the fingers on my hand I am the man With some secret plans I need to carry out You are my mission Impossible at first Bu.. Read »

In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, peices left incomplete The line moves slowly past the electric Fence across the borders between Contin.. Read »

Tell me you had bad dreams last night cause you were rolling in your sleep Tell me you hate those bright street lights sometimes the shadows give you the creeps CHORUS Please.. close your eyes Please.. if you don't wa.. Read »

I'm gonna do a series of em yeah just go ahead and roll it okay 1 2 3 4 12 3 4 1 2 3 4 oil painted portrait of still life a moving image with patience just lie still a chemical illusion break it down a moment fallen to.. Read »

Scene one. Curtain up. See the couple, coffee shop Beatniks beating out beebop Rainy day, skies are grey But the couple feeling gay Boy is laughing at her joke Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke She should quit, yes she.. Read »

Hold your tongue and walk away Say it's been a lovely day Say tomorrow evening's fine Meet me by Saint John's divine Until discordant bells have rung Hold, hold your tongue Hold your tongue and walk away Say it's b.. Read »

What it is in nature which lends its hand To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight That by the silent boot of a dying word A scythe was taught to moan and to write What is it that is left for the blushing chee.. Read »