Тексты песен «Thea Gilmore»

There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust No, I'm not after crashing parties, I want your cobweb soul And believe me, heads will roll...

It is spitting like an open fire in a dark alleyway It is sitting on the shoulder of every yesterday It is shining a light in your eyes It is checking every one of your new alibis It is rising like the evening tide...

Is that you peeking out from that hat Hide and seeking behind a drink that's gone flat Is that you peeking out from that tree Hide and seeking from everyone here but me Your hands are shaking and I know what they did...

I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Out on the other side of luck...

The moon is pulling faces The clouds are on the rise The night blinks away a few more stars And rubs its tired eyes There's a ticking of a clock, boys There's one more hour to kill See, there's a warrant out for the...

I can't get past without stepping on your shoes No, it doesn't hurt me, but it'll hurt you. Don't know how you know just where you're going now Spend my voice and now my fear is showing High, miles away from the High,...

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold...

If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing to say I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down,...

It's the Icarus wind, it's blowing in my eyes It's the Icarus wind, it's telling me those lies And its heart is like ice and its fingers are long And it knows just who'll be torn apart by that windsong It's the Icarus...

If you miss me at the back of the bus, and you can't find me nowhere Come on up to the front of the bus, I'll be ridin' right there I'll be ridin' right there I'll be ridin' right there You got to come on up to the...

The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn So deal the deck, c'mon Red, c'mon my friend The colour of fire The colour of fury And we will bear this together We will wear this together We will bear this...

Across the room This crowded, lonely room I see you standing bright, you're on fire Across the sky The busy city sky There's one star alight It's you My God, I'm sorry, I'm falling into the blue My God, I'm sorry, I'm...

We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair There's computers clicking binary genius...

Football stickers and paper dolls It all gets buried in the end Rosalea lipstick and midnight calls It all gets buried in the end Blind allegiance and foolish love It all gets buried in the end The Golden Fleece,...

I dreamed I saw you, brother o' mine Riding on Josef's train With the men of steel down the long, thin line Riding on Josef's train You close your eyes and the engines run Riding on Josef's train All the way to Rio in...

They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls on your old bedroom And Friday night is going to free-fall, through Club Rust, angel dust and sweet perfume And you remind me of some art-house black and white I saw...

Strip the sky, I will hang out of the window See its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank The driver's side is hanging off and rusted And as for me I don't want to...

They're piling bodies up on the plains All of the strangers with so many claims and All that hope served as a warning Now they're falling like dominoes on a late December morning And stack up the dead and just leave...

I've got these watches, one for each time zone 'How does it feel,' Remy says, 'to be on your own?' Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone Well I'm bigger than you at nearly six feet tall I must always be...

Needle of the lonely truth Guess it's up to us to choose Just doing what we have to do To let the blue sky in And it's a game, everyone knows Bombay gin and last year's clothes Part of the grand plan, I suppose To let...