your pillow smothered my cry
u were half charmer half snake
i ived in dreamtime
jst to escape you
you drove devotion too far
no one could save you
i still have visions of you
i still have nights to get through
and when the trust isn't true
i have these visions of you
but i'm alive, I survived you
and the bitter taste, the years I wasted
all the hate is gone
cause I'm alive
i've got a memory a thousand years old
and I know secrets I've never been told
and I've got jewels I haven't found
and they'll return me to the ground
and I remember being born just
sound and light and sound and light
and I remember the first time,
skin on skin in the arms of the night
well how many times have we looked
up into the starry skies, and how many times
have we felt the passion rise
every ruby-lipped girl baby
old lady
squaw junkie
girl after girl after girl
every muse
whore
good witch
princess
back arching
year after year after year
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and on the outside
But now I know I shouldn't care
There's a song already there
Waiting inside
And I can feel the clock unwind
The parts of me I tied are running
And all the birds are in my head
The laughter that was dead
is coming
What a feeling, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
u were half charmer half snake
i ived in dreamtime
jst to escape you
you drove devotion too far
no one could save you
i still have visions of you
i still have nights to get through
and when the trust isn't true
i have these visions of you
but i'm alive, I survived you
and the bitter taste, the years I wasted
all the hate is gone
cause I'm alive
i've got a memory a thousand years old
and I know secrets I've never been told
and I've got jewels I haven't found
and they'll return me to the ground
and I remember being born just
sound and light and sound and light
and I remember the first time,
skin on skin in the arms of the night
well how many times have we looked
up into the starry skies, and how many times
have we felt the passion rise
every ruby-lipped girl baby
old lady
squaw junkie
girl after girl after girl
every muse
whore
good witch
princess
back arching
year after year after year
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and on the outside
But now I know I shouldn't care
There's a song already there
Waiting inside
And I can feel the clock unwind
The parts of me I tied are running
And all the birds are in my head
The laughter that was dead
is coming
What a feeling, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
