I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much There's no one in sight. And we're still making love In my secret life...
I smile when I'm angry. I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do To get by. But I know what is wrong. And I know what is right. And I'd die for the truth In my secret life...
Hold on, hold on, my brother. My sister, hold on tight. I finally got my orders. I'll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving cross the borders Of my secret life...
Looked through the paper. Makes you want to cry. Nobody cares if the people Live or die. And the dealer wants you thinking That it's either black or white. Thank God it's not that simple In my secret life...
I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told: From the latest hit, To the wisdom of old. But I'm always alone. And my heart is like ice. And it's crowded and cold In my secret life
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it?s done ? Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it?s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I?m turning tricks, I?m getting fixed, I?m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet ? And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I?m turning tricks, I?m getting fixed, I?m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won?t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . .
I fought against the bottle, But I had to do it drunk ? Took my diamond to the pawnshop ? But that don?t make it junk.
I know that I?m forgiven, But I don?t know how I know I don?t trust my inner feelings ? Inner feelings come and go.
How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother With my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall.
Too late to fix another drink ? The lights are going out ? I?ll listen to the darkness sing ? I know what that?s about.
I tried to love you my way, But I couldn?t make it hold. So I closed the Book of Longing And I do what I am told.
How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother with my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall.
I fought against the bottle, But I had to do it drunk ? Took my diamond to the pawnshop ? But that don?t make it junk.
Suddenly the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder, They slip between the sentries of the heart.
Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure, They gain the light, they formlessly entwine; And radiant beyond your widest measure They fall among the voices and the wine.
It?s not a trick, your senses all deceiving, A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust ? Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving. Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin; Even though she wakes you with a kiss. Do not say the moment was imagined; Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for this to happen, Go firmly to the window. Drink it in. Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing. Your firm commitments tangible again.
And you who had the honor of her evening, And by the honor had your own restored ? Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving; Alexandra leaving with her lord.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin; Even though she wakes you with a kiss. Do not say the moment was imagined; Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for the occasion; In full command of every plan you wrecked ? Do not choose a coward?s explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect.
And you who were bewildered by a meaning; Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed ? Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving. Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving. Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we'd meet. You kiss my lips, and then it's done: I'm back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette, and then it's time to go I tidied up the kitchenette; I turned the old banjo. I'm wanted at the traffic-jam. They're saving me a seat. I'm what I am, and what I am, Is back on Boogie Street.
And O my love, I still recall The pleasures that we knew; The rivers and the waterfall, Wherein I bathed with you. Bewildered by your beauty there, I'd kneel to dry your feet. By such instruction you prepare A man for Boogie Street.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One...
So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Though all the maps of blood and flesh Are posted on the door, There's no one who has told us yet What Boogie Street is for.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One...
A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it's time to go
Don?t really know who sent me To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I don?t know why I come here, Knowing as I do, What you really think of me, What I really think of you.
For the millions in a prison, That wealth has set apart ? For the Christ who has not risen, From the caverns of the heart ?
For the innermost decision, That we cannot but obey - For what?s left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I know I said I?d meet you, I?d meet you at the store, But I can?t buy it, baby. I can?t buy it anymore.
And I don?t really know who sent me, To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I don?t know why I come here, knowing as I do, what you really think of me, what I really think of you.
For the innermost decision That we cannot but obey For what?s left of our religion I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day