Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts. Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself.
2) passing strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night I'm too tired to fight
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables Still trying to get over, Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers.
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies, Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.
Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down, And we sat and cried on the phone I never felt so alone, He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another holiday inn, another temporary home, And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone, 'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy. So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door, And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
4) perimeter walk
It would be incredible if we could Retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I've never been so wasted I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk. There's a presence here. I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical
There's a presence, A childhood, my childhood, My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood, My childhood, a misplaced childhood, Give it back to me, give it back to me. A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, That childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back to me.
I saw a war widow in a launderette, Washing the memories from her husband's clothes She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns Trying to pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories, Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor I see children with vacant stares, Destined for rape in the alleyways Does anybody care, I can't take any more Should we say goodbye? hey
I see priests, politicians The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched hands, Drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye, How can we justify? They call us civilised...