Альбом Minus The Bear

In the nightmare desert stood a building
Outside someone was digging a hole in the ground
They were burying my luck

What have you done?

The man in the hole has smoked up all my income
My better days his for the take and I watched it all
Him putting pins into a doll

What have you done?

The dream blinks into night

The man in the hole
Has carried away the moonlight
Cupped in his hands,
A dime on the water
He's a patient man
As his careful stepping shows

Will he take her love?
Will his hands know what mine did?
Will your body like the fit?
Will he take her love?

What have you done?

You've come to this. you were once a lion.
you've come to this. bringing den here.
you've come to this. you were a lion.
you've come to this. sigh alone now.
you walked on some tall moon tail.
it's come to this. you walked on a tall.
we all know you've come home to fall.

she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man.
and you're never gonna see her again.
i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me.
but your party's over, it's done. the end.

take a step back
take a step back
take a step back man
take a step back and turn yourself around.
the check has been cashed
there's no stopping it now.
you're safe if i'm safe
and she's safe, we're okay.
the sooner as we pass this
we'll all stop our knocking on wood.
knock on wood.

she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man.
and you're never gonna see her again.
i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me.
but your party's over, it's done. the end.

it's come to this [x8]

and we all know
that you've come home
to fall.

she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man.
and you're never gonna see her again.
i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me.
but your party's over, it's done. the end.

I owe you, don't I?
A little light today
but tomorrow, oh tomorrow.
I owe you, don't I?
I know it ain't the money girl.
There never was money.

It's usually so typical.
A piece of you for a piece of me.
Its hard-coded.
A piece of you for a piece of me.

And it's alright.
Let's call it good.
A little more.
Let's make this even.

It's usually so typical.
A piece of you for a piece of me.
Its hard-coded.
A piece of you for a piece of me.

It's usually so typical.
A piece of you for a piece of me.
Its hard-coded.
A piece of you for a piece of me.

Is it really a sin
if we both come out even?
Come out even.

Left her at home in the cold London night
She had nothing on (not a stitch)
Nothing on (not a stitch on)
And she stays that way (till I get back)
With our regrets and (till I get back) another bottle of good time

Her body's over the covers
And there's nothing wrong with a single inch
And in the same position
Laying on her back
Waiting for a kiss

A kiss that she gets
Long and slow
Starts at her toes
And then it goes and goes
And goes and goes and goes
We move slow
And when I get to her lips
I still have skin to expose

Her body's over the covers
And there's nothing wrong with a single inch
And then we change positions
She got me on my back
Losing my common sense

Lay under bright lights

You can't hear the music
But we're playing the same tune
Each beat, every note
Played perfectly by you

Lay under bright lights

Don't give me no hand me down love
It don't wear the same
I want love that looks good on
With a fit that screams my name, yet I was afraid

Of becoming a casual business man
On matters of the heart
Of becoming a casual business man
Or something even worse

Watched you get in the taxi, your hands on another man
You must be crazy if you think I'll stand back

Wide eyed and so discrete, a maintenance touch,
Makes prose from poetry and it don't mean much

Can you get enough?
Is there enough?
I found out your escape routes
Can you get enough?

Touch me sweet
Forget the rest
Your hooks feel so right
Dug in my chest

That night he found the key
To decode you, Tokyo
Between warm sake
And street light caught in falling snow

Holding each word he spoke,
Her hands filled up full
The quiet voice she gave him
Translates by tone

They laughed throughout their talking
With every round
Words come into meaning

Maybe come with me to the coast
And watch the way the rain comes down
Out of the shadow she's more passionate,
We'll watch her roll in from the south

She'll wrap her sheets 'round us
Forget the sun

Moving from sea to land dancing,
Swinging with the boats out there
She steps on toes if she wants to,
No one's saying no she wouldn't care

She'll wrap her sheets 'round us
Forget the sun
She'll wrap her sheets 'round us
She leads this one

Would you go in?
She'd have soaked us wet
Her fingers touching bare skin,
It makes you miss him

Someone's turning the lights down low
and the music up, do you feel the beat?
I see you too by the way you move.
I need to feel your body movin' on me.

You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?

Someone's pullin' me out the house
cause I parked up and down the street.
That dress is begging to come off.
A quiet dark place is all we need.

You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.

When we escape
it's with a white line
we'll both align.
And now we lay this close
catching measures of the pulse.

You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
You must be a,
you've got to be an illusion.
An illusion.

You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
You must be an illusion.
(You've got to be an illusion.)

Caught in the locked groove of this long season.
These hours motions circle, still repeating.

The beat moves on itself.
The beat moves on itself.
Every day my love.
Crazy crazy days are gone
when I come home
and we're finally alone.

And I'm caught in your arms safe from a morning.
No one walks out on the tightrope today my love.

The beat moves on itself.
The beat moves on itself.
Every day my love.
Crazy crazy days are gone
when I come home.
Crazy crazy days are gone
when I come home.

We awoke at the edge of a summer.
New days began to stretch their legs
and the tempo's changing the compliancy(?).
The needle finds the groove to free us tonight.

We awoke on the edge of this winter.
The ice melts off and flows in like a song.
The record plays but the needles old.
It lets the player take control.
Move the speakers how they're told.
To make us march for something more.

Music is a sedative
and you put out what you put in.

There are no ghosts
Watching through your walls
So put the cross down
And there are no angels
Reading your thoughts
Keep your feet on this ground

We getting scared yet?
The man in the blue suit's got God
Are we there yet?
The congregation's been sold off,
They've been bought

What to do about tomorrow?
Please let it come, just let it come
What you gonna do about today, man?
It's right here staring you in the face

What a difference that would make
If we were finally awake

We getting scared yet?
The man in the blue suit's got guns
Are we there yet?
The congregation's been killed off
Are we getting scared yet?
We drop our bombs to lift them up

You've gotta be out of your head!
Is it worth all the dead?
Do you like it?

Does the wife
Mind the touch
Of your reddened hand,
Or the money on your breath?
Does your balance turn her on
Regardless of the sin?

Blind your eyes watching sunbeams
You can't see this creeping pack of dogs
Blind your eyes watching sunbeams
The pure bred beasts wait licking their chops