case, God, the leper and me Well, I feel like I've come to the end of a long, long day. The victim of a life that I tried to give away. A prisoner of the isles where there's nothing left to be. Just a
To hide in pain, when your love is over. Feels like a blindness, when love is in vain. Beyond the isles we can start it over. So take me back, never let me down. . Walking through the rain
These endless isles of commercial piles. With millions of items for miles and miles. Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy. I can't help but wonder. Somewhere in this place are we all
Here, you focus. So I can see your faces. The eyes are wrong. How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses. The tiny isles of bruises. The mangled lines. I see the signs of aging But
Like mighty ships that sail the Atlantic foam. The Skellig Isles parade the Kerry Coast. It's a strange place with the needle's eye. Where shipwrecks lie Where the king of the world rested for a
the south sea isles. Yeah, I traveled to the east and west for miles and miles and miles. And I've been long-gone. Boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues Across the world I've seen. People and places
the litte bambi run it down, run it down. With a sip of bailey's. Sip of champy on the isles. 19 numba naughty baby. press it on your dial. *** kitten honeys, no cougars in the house. Imma hush
Look here see. Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal. Found the body dead in the isles. Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad. Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn
the litte bambi run it down, run it down. With a sip of bailey's. Sip of champy on the isles. 19 numba naughty baby. press it on your dial. *** kitten honeys, no cougars in the house. Imma hush