I'm being followed home I'm being followed home I don't know what for I don't know by whom The smell of your dress A face in the rain The pavement shines
There's not much time for talking All your friends are going to walk away If there was time for talking All too soon you'd be lost for things to say
Hey, you can look, you can look just like anyone else If that's what you want to do I, I could laugh, I could laugh in your face if I want Oh, but I'm
Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own, / please call / around to see. / and Maybe I've been loving you for too long, / and now blind, / I
When all should be done and gone, / he comes round again to see, / he can't keep himself Away. / he touches her hand and it starts again. / his work is
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. Pastel-white features, High cheek-bones, Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly
As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes mistakes. was it the mother or the Father to blame, inside the damp grass and tilted tent? as
I am the Master of this Universe And I've got so big, it hurts Raise your eyes and graze your knees Oh, for your master is displeased Because you dared
As I lay Down in the bedroom, There came a sound From far away. As I strained My ears to listen I could hear A thin voice say: "in your heart There
: I'm being followed home, I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, A face in the rain, The pavement
: As the signs outside proclaimed, Nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the father to blame, Inside the damp grass and tilted tent?
: Hey, You can look, you can look just like anyone else If that's what you want to do. I, I could laugh, I could laugh in your face if I want Oh, but
: Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own, Please call Around to see. And maybe I've been loving you for too long, And now blind, I watch
: When all should be done and gone, He comes round again to see, He can't keep himself away. He touches her hand and it starts again. His work is an
: There's not much time for talking, All your friends are Going to walk away. If there was time for talking All too soon you'd be Lost for things to
: Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. Pastel-white features, High cheek-bones, Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly
: His body loved her His mind was set on other things Keep your face out of sight And your thoughts to yourself And this went on for several nights Festering
: As I lay Down in the bedroom, There came a sound From far away. As I strained My ears to listen I could hear A thin voice say: "In your heart There
