Twenty Wild Horses
Dark stars tatooed
Across her face...
Tiny bruises
Black & blue
The dedication on her arm
Reads " Love & Hate"
Yea Yea
Passing through the underground
Sylvia is coming down
The Queen has lost her crown
To-day
She wants to fall
Into a deep deep sleep
So she can forget herself
Run away to London
Lipstick tainted
Powered painted
Perfume in her hair
Run away to London
A thousand cold caresses
Couldn't keep her there
Yea Yea
The fingerprints
Of strangers
On the ugly bedroom
Yesterday and Today
(Anderson)
I awoke this morning
love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
if I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
and were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
to hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,