We could wander in
the garden of eden baby we could anything tonight, maybe we could even
touch the sky if we just get up on our feet and try we could wander in the
garden of eden baby
will you settle for the bull`s run for the second
best of fun for the fire of a handgun burns brighter than the
sun
any colour you like as long as it`s black you have anything if you
just give it back you could be a celebrity like me it won`t change
anything as you will see any colour you like as long as it`s
black.
There is a time when some of us are healed there is a
time you`re clean and undersealed there is a time it almost looks like
fun there is a time for the bullet of a gun
no one here drinks
water none of us are sane if you pretend you`re my daughter we do it
again and again no one here is praying `cause no one here is god and
every word we are saying might as well be put in blood
there is a time
when worms revel in me there is a time for a pigfaced reality there is a
time and it`s usually the afternoon there is a time and I hope it will be
damn soon.
She shivered, afraid that I would shoot she`d panic,
afraid that I would not she drank it all right before my eyes said, be my
lucifer, be my lord of flies
I can take all your blasphemy I can take
all your sins I can end any moment and let new one begin
she said,
do it and do it now yeah, let all black birds fly again for all fires that
burned before as hell`s fire, shall burn bright once more.
We drank as much
as we could and she drank more than she should we sumbled out of this
cheap whiskey bar and that is the story so far
guided by the dim
streetlights we walked through the black harbour night no people, no
passing car well, that is the story so far
-she things she smells the
northland snow northland snow and she`s as glad as I to go ay, to
go hey very bolts are sick for shore sick for shore and i, I want it
ten times more ten times more-
she silenced her mouth when I asked for
her name and she asked me please do the same she said it`a all written in
the stars and that is the story so far
but she whispered her name when
I kissed her goodbye her voice stained by whiskey and tar she went back to
where she belonged, and I I went back to the bar.
Lucy was my first choise - Lucy was the one she was my
silent voice - when all was said and done yeah, Lucy was a demon - she did it
all my way she`d give me all her fun - as long as I would pay!!
Lucy
gave me veil - like shaken crystal clear when lights were turning pale - then
I would still be there Lucy shone is neon - Lucy swore she`s mine and in
anothes aeon - I would be the first in line.