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The food is on the table but there's something really wrong
When you came back from the phone call you were just a little too long
It wasn't really your sister
Your sister can't bring out those tears
How long has this been going on has it been days or months or years?
How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long
That weekend you spent at the seashore you wouldn't take the kids
Now that I'm thinking more clearly you kept the truth well hid
You've been really good at this
I haven't had a clue
How many time have I been alone since I was in bed with you?
How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long...
Since you were mine
You were mine
You were.
Were you in love with the both of us or was I a passenger all the way through?
Are you crying now because you're gonna leave me Or because you found out
He's left you
I'm taking the kids
I'm going to wreck this place
This is the last time we'll see each other
I'm gone
How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long...
Since you were mine
You were mine
You were.
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You play the changes, watch the stars
Look for new gods and number the years
Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head
You fly the snowflakes down and down
And join the circus - you're the clown
ut when you're in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead
When the boy was born and laughing at the world
Then was day, then was play, then was love
When the sun was young and flying over the sky
Then was day, then was play, then was love
You went to the people played their desp'rate games
You turned your mind all around their rhymes
But your reason had gone, you're yearning for your lady
They climbed the ladder, they've joined the queue
Friends and strangers ignoring you
And now your time and tide is up
The years are rolling away
The boy is old and longing for the night
On his own, cold as stone, he goes down
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When it was the morning of the world
And the air was clear
God took David's hand
And drew him near
And drew an image of Himself
In David's heart, in David's ear
And God described himself
In deep blues
And David took his harp
And the notes just played
It was the melody of his heart that the notes obeyed
It was the melody of his heart so warm and true
The heart describes itself
Oh Lord since You made everything
And all we really see or hear is You
Why is the truest sound
Deep blues
When it was the evening of the world
And the heat was strong
The slave picks up his harp
And begins the song
And it's the song of his heart
A heart so true
And the song's rich and dark
And deep blue
As you lie there girl
In the warm night air
You ask if words can tell the tenderness there
It's not words tat describe
With a clearness so true
It's a melody rich and deep.
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If you can take a part of time and bend it back again
Maybe change all the tears all the fallen years
Will you be there in the night?
When the shadows of our fantasies stand around with keys
Unreal suns might dance across the floor
Unsung songs sing themselves once more
If two can sail on a ship
On the sea
'Til we cross the line never giving in
Walking in weather where lies won't shine
Will you be there in the morning?
Still organising that four or five sizes can be worn
In the storm
(I knew all along I knew we could drive these blues & broken days away.
We're in the open now!)
We can fly.
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Dark notes
Or light
Hear the voices
In between
Tell the time
Doors open
Into the hot
Still living
Under the spot
Hands
So
Electric
Never fail
To shock you
Who is this wild animal
With two hundred fingers
Playing himself?
Hear
Lost trains
Industrial
Wartime blues
Swingin' the shift
With dancin' shoes
Hear the sound of fear
Laughing on Music Street
Making futures out of fountains
Bebop mountains
Structures in the cold
Burn the lonely lamp
Almost only one
Never sold (out)
Since you left there's been
A lot of sightings none confirmed
You keep on coming back
Repairing gaps in time
We sometimes find the way
Every day there is the blues
In Nica's apartment so full of stray cats
(You lost the battle
But you won the war)
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How will I find you O my love
In the darkness of day
I will look in glass forests
Where electric fish play
How will I see you when I find you
In the brightness of light
I will see you on the silver train
That people call night
How will I know you when I see you
In the bareness of spring
I will know you by starlight
Where the road's echoes sing
How will I love you when I know you
In the greyness of mist
I will love you forever
Where sadness has kissed
Walking by the sea
See the names floating by
Trying to find each other's
Trails in the sky
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I'm going to a wedding dressed in black
I'm going to a party, won't be back
And I'm not going with you... no...
Trees are no longer a comfort
Messages sad in the wires
My hair is hung down with the blackest of rain that I'm feeling
I'm going to the river, wash my tears
I'm going to the mountains, cool my fears
That I'm not going with you... no...
Skies are no longer a comfort
Leaves turning black with the autumn
The corn is hung down with the heaviest weight that I'm feeling
I'm going to a funeral dressed in white
I'm going to a nightclub, to sleep with night
And I'm not going with you... no...
Love is no longer a comfort,
Fantastic times are forgotten
My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling
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Higher on the wire – see the man
SLowly he steps slowly – don't look down
Higher on the tightrope in the sky
Dare you walk the wild earth any more?
Naked as the day when you were born
Higher on the tightrope in the sky.
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Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing
Got me accused of pettin
I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree
Got me accused of murder
I aint never harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery
I can't even write my name
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree
Got me accused of taxes
I don't have a lousy dime
Got me accused of children
And there ain't nary one of them mine
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree
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