I love the way you comb your hair, the way you light a cigarette. I love to see you move your lips, having no clue what you’ve said. I once stood behind you moving close, in the supermarket queue, I love the smell of your hair, though it might just be shampoo. A voice within me said, “Come on, this is how you feel, for once in your life try to fight for something real”. I’ve always watched you from afar, the way you drink in tiny sips. And I’ve always watched you leave the bar with words that never reached my lips. So if you see me dancing with a girl or two and you notice how much they resemble you, still you can’t hear the voice that screams behind my grin: It cannot wait, it’s not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in.
Daisies cuddle up in dreams like they're babies, brittle birds can't always be ladies, but when it's done it'll all be lost and gone,
and lately caroling the air you enslave me, once you used to bring me down safely, but when you land it'll all be great again,
and strangely I oppressed the augurs so shady, but no one closed their eyes as to save me... at all
I thought you would follow me into those dreams I knew you had called on me, so where are those themes...
What is the meaning of moving along when it's gone? What is the meaning of moving along when it's done? What is the meaning of proving I'm right when it's wrong? And what is the meaning of running so fast when it's gone?
Beatrice through the streets of Florence, I wouldn't dare the touch to lose the smile Everything I do is pure as red on you I want to see you pass and speak your name, feel it hit the air and watch the flame Though Paradise is near my happiness is hear
Beatrice in my next life I will be the pony that you ride on endlessly Whatever you might do I want to be with you Beatrice as our worlds decline their grace I will keep the demons from your face Whereever you might be you'll always be with me...
You have to... You need to... Nothing really matters when I'm with you ..............
We'll rent a big car and we'll drive all the way to Peru I'll buy some magazines, some lady-stuff for you
You do the humming and I'll turn on the radio Maybe they'll play "Daisies", that's my band, but I wont let you know
I'll tell you some jokes and you'll probably laugh You talk and you talk, while I sleep for an hour or a half
As you have the license you'll have to stay behind the wheel, but I trust you I've got no money, so you'll have to pay the whole deal, and I'll let you
You think of the first kiss and I'll think of what follows after You'll talk of lighting a bonfire and I'll put up a nervous laughter
All of the time we'll be dreaming of beaches and sand and the big blue You'll say you hope you can get a good all-over tan, and I'll let you We'll drive by the coast till we find a small town by the sea that will seem fit Ask for the cheapest hotel, while we rest by a tree, and we'll find it
We'll rent a small room and we'll head for the bed We'll take off your dress while I think of what she did to me and have my revenge
We'll rent a big car and we'll drive all the way to Peru I'll buy some magazines, some lady-stuff for you
You do the humming and I'll turn on the radio Maybe they'll play "Daisies", that's my band, but I wont let you know
I'll tell you some jokes and you'll probably laugh You talk and you talk, while I sleep for an hour or a half
As you have the license you'll have to stay behind the wheel, but I trust you I've got no money, so you'll have to pay the whole deal, and I'll let you
You think of the first kiss and I'll think of what follows after You'll talk of lighting a bonfire and I'll put up a nervous laughter
All of the time we'll be dreaming of beaches and sand and the big blue You'll say you hope you can get a good all-over tan, and I'll let you We'll drive by the coast till we find a small town by the sea that will seem fit Ask for the cheapest hotel, while we rest by a tree, and we'll find it
We'll rent a small room and we'll head for the bed We'll take off your dress while I think of what she did to me and have my revenge
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin all over the line Maybe this scheme rips the bones from our backs It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We're gonna do it while we're young `cause bands like us maybe we were born to run
Please let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your visions and dreams Just strap your legs around these velvet rims and hold on to my themes Together we can break this trap
We'll run till we drop, maybe we'll never go back Will you walk with me on the wire `cause I'm just a scared and lonely rider With all that's missing and gone well, bands like us maybe we were born to run
This highway is jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place We really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then bands like us maybe we were born to run
In a car on the motorway with a hundred smiles an hour. We went far when you wanted you were always the one in power. If you said, "Let's go to Paris", well then that's what we would do, I'd learn French and give all my bands these silly names for you.
Once you spoke of how you love the smell of the forest after the rain, So each time it was cloudy I would take you there again. But it's hard to follow this time, your caprice for the austere. So come home, this city falls apart without you here.
You look so pretty when the city lights your face, But you only speak of coastal towns these days. You look pretty when the city lights your face, But you only speak of coastal towns these days.
It's the same, the town and the city rain, But you seem to see a difference, which I don't. It's the same, the town and the city rain, But you seem to see a difference.
Parts of me do wish you weren't here But it's not all that important when we're this near It's just a trick of the mind I suppose Cause I really cannot see you when we get this close
Again I watched the machinery of my desire Melt into a twosome midnight choir But when you've seen the one you love across your girlfriend's shoulder The things that burn will eventually turn colder
I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
You can lend a shirt and keep it when you go And I don't care to get it back you know Well I'm a miserable wreck, I wish I could ask you to stay Far, far away
Cause it occured to me what I was fighting for When you re-emerged from the bathroom door And you didn't look as lovely as you did the night before
I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
There were times when I was blind and didn't care at all But if you wish to see the sun it's quite unbearable And there were times when I could see but didn't see things straight She were't there and others were and it was always late And in the darkness you forget the morning is on its way And right beside you, nestling closer, is the price you pay I'm sure that I was deaf and blind trapped in a roaring youth But in the stillness of my heart I always knew the truth
I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me
I'm waiting for the day when she might come back...
It's stranger than fiction and strangely untold The people who leave you will never grow old There are things that I said which I should much rather do But part of me clutches to people like you If love were just measured in ampere and ohm Would you turn the sleigh and come racing straight home?
Is there still hope That there's still hope?
Yes there is still hope That there is still hope I hope
It's hard to recover from When it's hard to define I know what you're looking for Some peace of mind
The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return
Knocking on doors in the night in the parts where you're always too far We drank to life and to love, both had long left the bar Oh the speed of strangers rustling by so fast Faceless and nameless they disappear into the past
The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return
It seems that there are too many four letter words It's mildly confusing like naming all birds The flesh of these ladies so ripe and so fine You wish you could erase the female shape from your mind
The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return
I wish you'd stop whispering things, please stop whispering things now Opportunity might knock quite soft but I wish you would shout I know what can happen to you in those dimly lit rooms, you can die You thought of the people you knew when you were young are they still alive, still alive, still alive?
The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return
The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return
My life is like a line, A line that stretches out between the place you live and mine.
If those are A and C, Then in between the two is the place you work, we'll call that B.
I go there twice each day, The 7:30 minute walk to get to the cafe.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
A bee might hate the hive, but faithfully returns each day in order to survive,
And I am like that bee, I sit there while I dream of you in A or me in C.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
It's quite a useless strive, But at least to feel with such intensity proves I'm alive.
I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you.
I love you pouring coffee, It makes it taste quite lovely, The wind in your hair, The dresses you wear Are the highlights of my days.
So I'll stay a little longer Until I can't get any drunker, But I do it for you, If only you knew How much I hate that place.
Your name will ring a bell again tonight. Another plane went by and left a white line in the sky above you. And your room felt like a cell again last night. When you've seen the ocean disappear in a rear view mirror, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen...
You coiled up in your shell with dreams of flight. The sun hit the bay in coast town far away, while you were yawning. The memory of motels was sparkling bright. When you've seen the sun getting nearer from the edge of the pier, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen...
So Lonely Planet's Guide to Hell was right: There's no such yearning as a heart that keeps burning with a great fire. The word farewell is a soft taste of delight. I saw faces disappear through a mist of tears, but the meaning of it all just seemed clearer and clearer. You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen... (Heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.)
This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home.
This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home.
You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen... (The heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.) My love is the parts of the atlas I have yet to roam. .