I like walking in the park When it gets late at night I move round in the dark And leave when it gets light I sit around by day Tied up in chains so tight These crazy words of mine So wrong they could be right
What do I get out of this I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt you a little bit
I like talking in my sleep When people work so hard They need what they can keep A choice that leaves them scarred A view without a room Unveils the truth so soon And when the sun goes down You've lost what you had found
What do I get out of this I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone
Ever since I've seen your face This life of mine has gone to waste I was young and you were old And I always knew you were cold At the start you had a heart But in the end you lost your friend Can you see your own dark face? It's dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place Reflecting back the world's disgrace I feel so low, I feel so humble Sometimes in life we take a tumble Don't let anybody tell you that you're no good Cause you know they would Don't let anybody tell you what you should do Cause it's not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you We were young and we were pure And life was just an open door I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you This world of ours it felt brand new You took me a little further... I heard it all before, I've heard it all before I can't hear it anymore Your hair was long, your eyes was blue Guess what I'm gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you We were young and we were pure And life was just an open door I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought... Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you We were young and we were pure...
Bertrand-Jean Redon, better known as Odilon Redon (April 20, 1840 – July 6, 1916) was a French Symbolist painter, printmaker, draughtsman and pastellist.
The Crying Spider,1881 Cactus Man,1881 The Smiling Spider,1881
Every time I think of you I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue It's no problem of mine But it's a problem I find Living the life that I can't leave behind There's no sense in telling me The wisdom of a fool won't set you free But that's the way that it gose And it's what nobody knows And every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling I get down on my knees and pray I'm waiting for the final moment You say the words that I can't say
While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates I'm living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river
