I am the red in the rose The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor And I am the gray in the ghost That hides with your clothes behind your closet
We lost the skyline We stepped right off the map Drifted into blank space And let the clocks relapse We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts
Waiting to be born again Wanting the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting for the drugs to
If it were possible during a riot to spray small doses of LSD from a helicopter into the air... People would soon quieten... Is this trip really necessary
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
Sit around and watch TV God, I hate what I see Lock me up and throw away the key Spend my time chugging tea But I can't, I can't It's not fair, it's
Well if you're lookin' for trouble I'm the man to see If you're lookin' for satisfaction I'm satisfaction guaranteed I'm as cool as a body on ice Or
Don't I know you? Do you? Well, I'm Laurie Kessler Haven't we met before? Have we? Maybe not, back stage See girl, after the show I'm not to be idolized
Do yourself a favor, wake up to your mind Life is what you make it, you see but still you're blind Get yourself together, give before you take You'll
You?ve been hiding now for so long Never understanding why Running far away from the truth And all along chasing after lies I have loved you from the
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Plug me in, I'm alive tonight Out on the streets again Tune me on, I'm too hot to stop Something you'll never forget Take my fist to break down walls
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Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, no, don't ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the next whiskey