Your brains went black
when she took back her love
and she
There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't
Long ago things to be
Ive got a garden hose and
Deffinately,
this is the wrong place to be,
There's blood on the
Stand outside with a suitcase
There's a forcefield round my
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens
I first met you down on Lover's Lane
The birds
he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
he's a
Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
well there ain't nobody left to impress
and everyone's kissing their
From these shores where we belong
I have seen the
Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
I wake up and look
Upon your painted eyelids
The world
close your eyes and see water
sliding up the back of
open up the door
lay the orange juice on the floor
we're
Go back home, bury my load
Yellow cat laying flat
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above
Don't
