Leapfrog over fences. Little time, less senses. Here by this railway cutting. Life goes quick and it goes without warning. That's how life is in my bombsite
suck, I swallow you whole. String out the drip-feed, they're losing their world, They're losing their hard boys and magazine girls. Advert illegal,
Uncharted wrecks of wonder. In deepest gloom down under. The drowning men are drawing near. We're the subterranean vandals, Tying air lines around door
We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a
- maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding with
Life's short, don't make a mess of it. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box
What's left in the wheelchair? Who bothers what's in there? Who worries what life's like on wheels? No body to speak of. No willpower, voice, love.
re going to see what punks can do. I stole some tunes from the radio. I lost my nerve but it didn't show. I found some friends with a little faith. Less
What are you going to do with your new ways? What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight. Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say
We're talking into corners. Finding ways to fill the vacuum. And though our mouths are dry. We talk in hope to hit on something new. Tied to the railway
feel like I'm at sea. The plank's beneath my feet. Inevitably we two must meet again. But they're going to extremes. They're feeling quite at ease. They fight with
Who wait in the cafe and magazine. Who wait for morning or fag machine. Who leave it all unfinalised, And undecided... We who wait. Who wait in the
I'm lying in a hospital, I'm pinned against the bed. A stethoscope upon my heart, A hand against my head. They're peeling off the bandages. I'm wincing