Come again! sweet love doth now invite

Thy graces that refrain

To do me due delight,

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,

With thee again in sweetest

There were rooms of forgiveness

In the house that we share

But the space has been emptied

Of whatever was there

There

Oh! Demolition, demolition

Demolition, demolition

Tied to the tracks and the train's fast coming

Strapped to the wing

Mobile station,

Where I stand

This old gas pump

In my hand.

The Boss don't like me

Face like a weasel,

All on my hands

The smell

I know we got some history

We got some issues that we need to solve

But is it really such a mystery?

It's

Dansons tu dis

Et moi, je suis

Mes pas sont gauches

Mes pieds tu fauches

Je crains les sots

Je cherche en vain les mots

Pour m'expliquer ta vie,

Roxanne

You don't have to put on the red light

Those days are over

You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne

You don't

If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares

Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares

Not into

The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard

There's a bloodless moon where the ocean died

A shoal of nightstars

I see me with you and all the things you do

Keep turning round and round in my mind

Forget the weather