Art Star
Album: Master (2002)
I've been working on a piece that speak of sex and desperation.
I've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned track stations
One, tw...
Album: Master (2002)
I've been working on a piece that speak of sex and desperation.
I've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned track stations
One, tw...
Came in from the city
wakled into the door
I turned around when I heard
The sound of footsteps on the floor.
Love just like addiction now I'm hooked on you
I need ...
Green in your love on bright days
You grew sunblind you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You rode on ha...
Move along you're in my way.
I've made my mind up not to stay
And it don't matter what you do
'Cos me, I've had enough of you.
And you can talk about the good times
...
Write me a letter a face in the hall
Hiding from someone afraid of the fall
And she's waiting for someone to take her back to where she came from
And she'll wait alone for hours s...
I know a good dance when the mood is right
You can do it by day you can do it by night
It can be so fine and you'll agree
If you just to what comes naturally now
Ch...
Hey, hey, hey, sweet thing
I give in
Sweet thing
I give in (submission)
(Don't you want to right it, fight it)
Oh, no, if you don't think it's right
Can't cha...
It's over, there's nothing more to say
Silent comes the night time, end another summers day
I can just remember, or is this the dream that never goes away.
(Chorus)
...
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
And in the room locked up inside me
The cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait alone in my room
There would stop because
there will always be, because
there will always be, for two
there will always
inside you can feel th-
outside you can see the differ...
Take no notice 'cos I'm just the same
There's a thousand other faces with the very same name
And we look like each other, and we all live together.
We talk about the same things
To your credit to the thirty faces you created
To your headache to the shape of the 1980's
I'm glad that we don't hear you any more
I'm tired of playing in your fashion war
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