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1997 |
1. | Pole Position |
2. | Wide Web |
3. | Insinuation |
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5. | That's the Trick |
6. | Checking In |
7. | Cold Night |
8. | Park Dub |
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10. | (Blank Paper) |
11. | Ball & Chain |
12. | Fall Into November |
13. | Dare to Be Surprised |
14. | River Devotion |
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sweaty palms and cluttered mind
slouch on the couch with me
dizzy, nervous, we probably don't deserve it
we might as well try and see
don't be afraid of the mess we made
do a little dance on the barricade
i heard your lonely knock at the door
so glad you could make it
i'm no sure what i can do you for
but i'm good i can fake it, tonight
don't be afraid of the mess we made
do a little dance on the barricade
clear your throat and speak your mind
don't hold back on me
did we lose that ancient connection
killing time when it moved too slow
another companion lost to the canyon
sunk to the bottom of the river below
i've never seen you so down before
so nervous and churning
your little cloud is now a lightning storm
the forest is burning, tonight
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I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
I knew I would, I would if I waited a day
It made me feel better, what I had to say
I knew it would - it did, but I waited.
I hardly bothered, though I laboured all day
I work so hard, there's no time left to please you
The day I decided I had nothing to say, I'll never learn
I'm burning all this paper away.
A rhythm in your walking tree; it's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes, I'm the man of the mess that greets you
Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.
I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love; let me go
I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love.
I think it's time you let me go
I'm too in love; let me go...
A rhythm and you're walking true; it's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes; I'm the man of the mess that greets you
Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.
I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
I knew I would, I would, if I waited a day
It made me feel better, but I have to say
I'll never learn, I'm burning all this paper away.
I'm burning all this paper away.
I'm burning all this paper.
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