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When you came jumping down the stairs
Screaming bloody awful
You woke up God and everyone
Screaming bloody awful
So we took you to the doctor
He said yeah it's a bad one
And there's such a shame about it
'Cause she's so pretty
And then the earth started shaking
And yeah it was crazy
Heaven and hell came crashing down
And then the earth started shaking
Yeah it was crazy
Heaven and hell came crashing
They came crashing
It was beautiful and terrible
So beautiful and terrible
The phone call
You never expect
That somebody get it yet
It's a sound you never forget
Because the earth starts shaking
And yeah it's crazy
Heaven and hell come crashing down
And then the earth starts shaking
Yeah it's so crazy
Heaven and hell come crashing
They come crashing
They come cr-cr-crashing
It's so beautiful and terrible
So beautiful and terrible
It was something of an end
Of a lovely and a wild thing
So beautiful in the morning
You're beautiful
So beautiful
You're beautiful in the morning
And I can't seem to get it through your head
No matter what I do
I can't seem to get it through your head
That I always love you
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I always felt so far from you
Like something wasn't right
But tonight
I rest my head inside the crook of your arm
And I feel like a golden star
Exploding
Tonight we are full
Tonight we rejoice
Exploding
You are my golden star
Exploding
One, two
Though everything has come undone
The distance between us closes
And everything is suddenly
Exploding
Tonight we are full
Tonight we rejoice
Exploding
You are my golden star
Explode
Tonight we are full up
Tonight we rejoice
Tonight we are full up
In spite we rejoice like stars
Exploding…
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Far away you've gone, and left me here
So cold without you, so lonely dear
May June July I count the time
Every minute I go takes the smell of your clothes
Further away
'Cause you've gone away
Where there isn't a telephone wire
Still I wait by the phone
You don't even write to say goodbye
Goodbye
I have saved every piece of paper
Like grocery lists and note cards
To do lists and race scores
So just in case you change your mind
And come back, I've kept everything safe
While you're gone away
Where there isn't a telephone wire
Still I wait by the phone
You don't even write to say goodbye
Get me out get me off
Get me out get me off
Oh this is a ride going nowhere
But somewhere that I despise
Going nowhere to end up with a tearful
I don't wanna go on with these pieces of paper
That you left behind
This is a ride going nowhere
But somewhere that I despise
Going nowhere to end up with a tearful
I don't wanna go on with these pieces of paper
To keep me company in my old age
While you're gone away
Where there isn't a telephone wire
Still I wait by the phone
Why don't you write to say goodbye
Goodbye
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I once saw a dragonfly
Caught in a spider's web
As I looked at her once more
I thought that she was dead
So I left her alone and I went on my way
And I was dreaming of Paris and Pierre Boulez
But she called to me with a beat of her wing
She called to me and said free me
She said come and fly away
With me tonight
Come and fly away
With me
Come and fly away
With me tonight
She said ah ah ah…
I've been up there before
Riding the wind and
Laughing and open
But now I am afraid of flying
I am afraid of finding the black again
I am afraid of flying
I am afraid of finding the black fade, black again
She said come and fly away
With me tonight
Come and fly away
With me
Come and fly away
With me tonight
She said ah ah ah…
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I think we should jump on the piano
No one's looking we could tear his heart out
Tear his heart out
It's too late to save us now but no matter
We still have time to dance
So let's dance
And freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out
Freak out, freak out
I think we should rip a hole
Right through the center of this house
It's time to tear it down
Our chance to smoke him out
It's too late to save us now but no matter
We still have time to dance
So let's dance
And freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out
Come on let’s put off all our hesitation
And get up on the floor
'Cause I am gonna laugh ha ha hey
When you do that dance
And freak out
Come on freak out
Freak out
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There was a silver tree
Down by a river wide
That's where we would go
To hang our pretty things
& watch the wind blow
There used to be a tree
Where we took our pretty things
We'd hook them by a thread
Golden egg lipstick and feathers
Pieces of glass, chandelier baubles
And empty bottles of wine
And watch the light shine through
I'm afraid to forget you
I am remembering you
You were sparkling
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One day I may disappear
Don't be too surprised
'Cause I got tired of noisy alarms
And phone bills
And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long
I don't dream of bringing heaven down not like this
I'd rather move on
One day I may go for the longest walk
Don't be too shocked
'Cause I get tired of sneaky societies
And combat boots
And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long
I don't dream of bringing heaven down not like this
I'd rather move on
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Once we found a robin
In our backyard
It was already dead
But we were so sure
That things weren't gone too far
So we prayed to God above
That He'd bring it back to us
And we put it in a jar
And waited, and waited
But mama made us bury it
Mama made us bury it
In the backyard
I wished to be just like my best friend
She was the brightest star in the room
Yeah but we didn't know what we had
With the world pressing in
On her backyard
She fell in backwards
She fell in backwards
With the world pressing in
On her backyard
She fell in backwards
We prayed to God above
That He'd bring her back to us
So we put her in a box
We put her in a box
And waited
For something to happen
But nothing happened
But mama made me bury her
Mama made me bury her
Mama made me bury her in the backyard
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I had a magic that could sing
Maybe I took her from her mother too early
She never came out of recovery
Even on summer days she'd complain
She couldn't take the chill out of her bones
Maybe I took her from her mother too early
I put her outside in the sunshine
All the rabbits died for supper tonight
All the rabbits died in the spotlight
I had a magic that would sing
And boy oh boy was she a pretty thing
By some great mystery she looked to me
Like she was wearing thin
Are you fading away magic
Are you fading away
Are you fading away all the rabbits died
Are you fading in the spotlight
Are you fading away magic
Are you fading away all the rabbits died
Are you fading away in the spotlight
Are you fading my magic rabbit
Magic, oh
Are you fading away magic
Are you fading away, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit…
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Sometimes when I tell the story of you
I make you out to be the bad guy
And though it's true
Sometimes you're the bad guy
You're still mine
Sometimes when I paint the picture
It's easier just to remember
The awful things you said
And what you chose to do with legitimate need
You made like a fool
You made like a fool but you're still mine
And I want you
I want you
I do
Why does it hurt more to recall
Your good side, your good side
I always went to you for advice
You were a wise one, a wise one then
When I think about you in that time
It's harder to hate you then
But sometimes I want to hate you as the bad guy
But I want you
I want you the good and the bad guy
The good and the bad guy
The good and the bad guy
The good and the bad guy
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Somewhere sunshine burns
A dark but common horse
When he fell by the wayside
No one seemed to notice him
'Cause you're no good to us
Lost all your youth
And all of your usefulness
And you know that
No good to us
Lost all that you could
To a no, no, no, no
No good to us
Lost all your lost all your youthfulness
And left with a precious little good
Good to us lost all that you could
To a no, no, no, no…
Bring me the workhorse
Bring me the no good workhorse
'Cause you're no good to us
Lost all your youth and all of your usefulness
And you know that
No good to us
Lost all that you could
To a no, no, no, no…
No good to us
Lost all you youth all of your usefulness
And who told you
No good to us
Lost all that you could as a workhorse
You’re no good to us
Lost all your youth all of your usefulness
And who told you
No good as a workhorse
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