It's wonderful what a smile can hide If the teeth shine bright and it's nice and wide It's so magical, all you can keep inside And if you bury it deep
Let's go my love We could go to the cinema Big effects and big name stars We could go to that private view But darling these days My favorite view is
I was once a boy. till i cut my penis off and i grew a hairy skull of stubborn fire then i was a girl. till i sewed my hole up and i grew a hairy
It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give. the bath was spilling over, my self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country to start
I was stumbling into battle i was walking into walls 'till i walked myself to peter and i let my shadows fall. he's a boy who never ages. rides
Before you, I was living In my silverfish kitchen Fruit fly clouds breathing No hope, no religion The nightmare on Haslett Road I was too young to weep
I saw, I saw the stars tonight Mama, I saw the stars tonight Mama, I saw the stars tonight Orion, the plow are burning bright Cannot recall of where
Turn the key Open Open Down down down Down down down Down down down
I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs Just
In a time of loneliness I fell into your strong open arms And in those arms you loved me well You hid me in your calm And in that calm we headed south
The days, passing days I see the steeple and trace to the spire And the sunset Deepening red Phoenix and the firefly And the time stops Rush hour traffic
Teignmouth On the night train From the city to the south I saw spirits Crawl across the river mouth In skewed ascension With no destination Like
Looking up, up, up for love finally Hey, hey Fire, fire Down in the foundry We forge for us the changing bell Turn your back against the winds Spit
Drawing a line A ship in a harbour Yes I will go I?ll be going there soon A blue map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following
The motorway won't take a horse The wanderer has found a course to follow The traveler unpacked his bags for the last time The troubadour cut off his
There's a house By the rails that I know In a valley of its own With trains and bones And birds in the yard Where the wild nettles grow Growing over
Too many rocks Not enough breeze To sail on out Of your shadowseas Too many sails Not enough breeze Of your shadowseas To sail on out Of your shadowseas
What lies beneath the door? What keeps you? Explore Do you take the chance to defeat the source? The gates are opening The choice, the future, the future