@ARTIST: The Heart Throbs
@ALBUM: Jubilee Twist
1992
	
Here we go again, playing with the real. Life is short, life is tiny, I feel
happy, I feel lonely. Let it subside. Nothing much else to do. He
washes her hair, she watches his lips turn blue. Then winter came too
soon. Savage on saccharin, love is a snowwhite shoe, flowers in every
thorn, pictures of Lily too. Is this a carnival? Am I a hooligan like you?
The symmetry is blown, damage in your bones. Now imagery has
flown, misuse in your home. It's too precious, it's too useless, this
story's told... The day the girl became the stairs, it was a strange and
dark affair. The vanishing, cracking of Reason. The calm expression
of not being there. He said 'what shall we do for fun this evening?' She
said 'make my body disappear' Screwed to the floor. It was real, it was
real, it was so beautiful. This fuzzy vision, I was looking at
me... Unlock the door, let me in, I've been away, don't know where I've
been. To the East, with the jaguar. So far, so far. Cruise the hills,
expand the future, it's a bright green day, see how they grow, perfectly
slow. Too late for your heart. No light in here, no art. Stone cold in
here, like eel-skin cold. No-one seems to know where all the good
things go... you're the highest of all, but you're sinking, always
hovering. Blow the whole away, always on the brink... when you're
gone, what will they do to me? It's time to meet your Maker, shake
hands with Paul and Peter, laugh at the ones who love you, laugh at
the ones who hate you. Here we go again, playing with the real. Life is
short, life is tiny, I feel happy, I feel lonely.