quarta-feira, janeiro 18, 2006

streets of dust



I pack my clothes in a bag
I'm all dressed up for Prague
I'm all dressed up with you
All dressed up for you...
Prepare myself for a war
Before I even open up my door
Before I even look out ...

Prepare myself for a war
And I don't know what i'm doing this for
Trying to let it all go
But how can i when you still don't know?

I could wait for you
Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me bruised?

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover
...darling
I got years...
Pack my suit in a bag
Pack myself in a bag
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for Prague
Pack my suit in a bag

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die

You lost me You cost me You thought me of me
You may spend another afternoon
Sitting on my door, just wasting time
Talking about the way it used to be
And nothing tastes better than young flowers in bloom
I know that's how it used to be
We were so much younger

But you kept me in a glass jar sealed with a label
You thought you know my world...
Wake up, you've got a lot to learn
My love, my life, my work, my time
I gave them all to you
Your hand in mine
We walked, we talked in ryhme
We went the whole night through

But you tease me
And it shows in the way that you play

Your taste combined
With all the years of wasting time
Over that now and I can count the years
Everybody now is just counting tears
And plastic bills and their protective pills
And I just took my time

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself.
You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

And so it is
Just like you said it would be...
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in my sky...

posted by me&myself @ 22:26