Is this room getting smaller or is it just me? I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star
I should know my time and place I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine
I should have known by the arc of the empty wine glass I should have known 'cause you step on, don't walk over cracks Looking over my shoulder to see
soul it leaves a bad taste You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Give me an opinion 'Cos I don't have one I'll agree with you if you're right I always know where you're coming from But I've never been there I have
I don't wanna shake you off I love the way we fit I can't resist one who dares Nor ones who shares like that And returning to your sea Somewhere I can
You left it, I sent it, I want it back You left it, I sent it, I want it back If I had you here I'd clip your wings Snap you up and leave you sprawlin
When your hand brushed against mine, I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone, I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm gettin' a little bit older
Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar Our after dinner speaker tonight is God A warm round of applause And then silence Tell us of love, we said
How I know Go bow end send mend bend pretend Shut your face again Bleed seed need read breath on my knees How I choose to breath Lie cry learn grow slow
There is a darkness to these jaded days Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder Or maybe we're just sad There is photosynthesis We crane our necks for
think I'm returning to Those days when I was young enough to know the truth Now there are no games To only pass the time No more colouring books No Christmas bells
I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up Static on the radio ain't
Shylock came for his pound He's got his own scales and everything Where is Portia now, the phone is diverting Shylock came for his pound The look on
My book has more bookmarks than pages 'Cause it take me ages Or is everybody reading? Is everybody reading? Standing on a black Ulster hill I never fear
He said, she said He said, she said He said, she said He said, she said On the telephone On the message board On the toilet wall Telemarket poll By
I've got your blood Under my fingernails And it feels like I could Never wash it away Well, how about that? I could never do that What do you know about
What's with the angel and what's with the devil They keep swapping shoulders and I can't tell which from which "Will you be my Kris kindle? Will you be
