Hey! Peter Lorre! Hey Hey! Peter Lorre! Where'd all the money go? Where'd all the money go? I come to the stage with a tale of woe of suffering and
One step two step, close the door All my records are on the floor No time to myself it seems People in my lounge hangin' from the beams Enough time to
Shadows grow so long before my eyes And they're moving across the page Suddenly the day turns into night Far away from the city but don't hesitate 'Cause
There's ringing in my ears And no one to relate to 'cept the sea Who can I belive in I'm kneeling on the floor There has to be a force who do I phone
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face, Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case I said to my reflection let's get out of this
If I go to Gloucester you know I will Wait there for you The Rhumb Line is waiting there too You know it's worth the nights we wait there It all falls
You don't have to say a thing, the silence is sweet; we've been together today in a way we might never repeat. Oh, your head on the pillow, the distance
The thought crossed my mind - how curious, Why should I want so much shut-eye? Fighting the darkness and furious, Oh, but I once more fall into the song
I'm in command, I'm in control, I am the captain of my soul. Still, I'm uncertain in one major role... oh, I drift through the unconscious life, shift
You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn that there's nothing in my heart but pain as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone... all
(Goldstein/Treganna) peters audio letters believe in what they say he warned us of the cosmospheres that wiped the USA partule beam weapons came bouncing
I'm no angel, its been said. Stone at the bottom of the river bed. Falling slowly, shallow breath. Broken and bent. Broken and bent. I've caused all
I'm on my way I'm making it, Huh! I've got to make it show yeah, Hey! So much larger than life I'm gonna watch it growing Hey hey hey heyyyyyyy The place
Walk through the fire Through the dust and ashes While the building crashes Walk through the flame No trace of indecision Lion keep his vision clear
We are shaking the tree Waiting your time, dreaming of a better life Waiting your time, you're more than just a wife You don't want to do what your mother
There's a bump in the basement There's a knocking on the wall In the pumping of the pistons I swear I heard you call There's a bump in the basement There
We're content to pitch our tent when the glory's evident Seldom do we know the glory came and went Moving can seem dangerous in this stranger's pilgrimage
We are pilgrims in a strange land We are so far from our homeland With each passing day it seems so clear This world will never want us here We're not