They try to trace her in the town Appeal for information on the local news Someone must have missed her by now A mother or a father or a friendly face
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as
See those people there? They look after me This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform, bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money
It all began with the bright light The bright light and the noise The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire Touching and being touched A million
Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for
What a brave, brave girl Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know What a brave, brave girl Never loved before Placed
"A bridge is not a high place..." Staring out over the bridge A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist
I think I have become one of the hollow men As I shine on the outside more these days I can feel the outside feeding on my inside Leaves a growing darkness
