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текстыA dot of black in the blue of your bliss
the cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
a dry desert-plain that begs for more,
than mine and yours casual conversation.
the brown grassy hills of your wall to wall –
the fake ancient war-chest beats in the hall,
the prophetic words in the library all speak of isolation.
always forever but never like this.
there’s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.
in white pregnant layers of linen clouds.
you’re hiding deep in their womblike shroud.
each stillborn morning seems extremely loud –
designed to smash your face in.
always forever but never like this.
there’s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.
the cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
a dry desert plain that begs for more than casual conversation.
you’re learning to live with his many faces
the rub is he’s hard in all the wrong places.
always forever but never like this.
there’s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.
The longest night
keep your clever lines.
hold your easy rhymes.
silence everything.
silence always wins.
it’s a perfect alibi - there’s no need to analyze.
it will be alright through the longest night,
just silence everything.
as you know; that’s how it all begins.
and you know; they can’t touch what lies within.
so keep those clever lines,
so nice to hide behind,
away from me through the longest night of our lives.
learn from my mistake;
leave what others take.
speak when spoken to.
and do what others do.
cuz silence always wins,
so silence everything.
it will be alright in the morning light,
just silence everything.
as you know; they can’t touch what lies within.
and you know; that’s where it all begins.
so keep your clever lines,
hold your easy rhymes.
you were quick to judge.
quick to criticise.
but too slow to know what I’ve realised;
it’s the longest night of our lives.
Time and place
there’s a time and place for everything
- for the battles that you cannot win.
there’s plan in all the suffering
- thoughts behind the foolish grin.
there is something good in everyone.
hindsight tells us what we should should have done.
but there’s a line you cross you don’t come back.
where self-defence is self-attack. well,
maybe there is. yeah, maybe there is.
if you believe it exists.
I just don’t see it.
these are the faces we will never know.
these are places we will never go.
as we sit and watch the world revolve around the problems that we cannot solve.
there are so many things to hide behind.
like the answers we will never find.
you say the clues are everywhere.
you say there’s something in the air.
well maybe there is.
if you believe it exists,
then yeah,
maybe there is.
I just don’t see it.
your hands are getting so old.
your heart does what it’s told.
I know what we’re being sold,
I just don’t see
come back
come back - all is forgiven.
come back - all is not lost.
come back - I know what you want now.
come back to me.
come down off your pedestal.
come down - off your high horse.
come get some dirt under your fingernails.
come sing for me.
plans change,
change is in their nature.
but I’ll be here come rain or come shine.
I wouldn’t care much if it’s dry or soaking wet
- we only miss what we don’t get.
so come now, time is a-wasting.
come out wherever you are.
come on back here
- you know what I want from you:
come sing with me.
get up and rise to the challenge.
get back here.
this time it’s alright.
get over here
- your point’s been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.
come back,
come back to me.
Running out of reasons
I’d like to bring the shoreline to the sea.
I’d like to think that you’ll come back to me.
I’d like to write a decent melody to bring back your sweet tenderness to me.
but every time I try to write,
nothing springs to mind.
the only sound advice that I can find is walk away.
you’re running out reasons you should stay.
turn away.
I’m running out of clever things to say,
but that’s ok.
I’d like to lead the ocean to the shore.
I’d like to think that you’ll be back for more.
and we could live some place with ocean-view:
lake como, california, somewhere new!
but every time I try to call well nothing springs to mind.
the only sound advice that I can find is;
walk away.
you’re running out of reasons you should stay.
turn away
- don’t hesitate now.
I’m running out of clever things to say.
well, that’s ok.
More than good enough
we don’t need to see how this road bends.
don’t need to know how every story ends.
it wouldn’t be the same it was before,
and I don’t really need to know much more.
but you don’t have to hide your pretty face.
no you don’t have to hide those pretty eyes.
you shouldn’t have to phase out and pretend like you don’t understand.
we don’t have to learn from our mistakes,
just to know exactly what it takes.
you don’t have to listen to what I say –
who am I to tell you anyway!
so you don’t have to hide your pretty face.
no, you don’t have to hide those pretty eyes.
you shouldn’t have to worry all that much
- shouldn’t have to think about this stuff.
I know you think you must, I know you think you should.
I know you’re doubting if you could but I know you would.
I see it every time I watch your face my friend:
how there will come a time when you will rise again!
so you don’t have to hang your head in shame.
you are more than good enough for them.
you shouldn’t have to think about this stuff,
cuz you’re more than good enough.
more than good enough.