Down in the street they're all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is...
Baby these are an awful lot of maybe's Don't kid yourself, are you still hoping...
You bring those tears into my Eyes so well I've been waiting For this day...
In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun, bluest eyes that spark with lightning,...
With all that jazz The music now it never sleeps The base hums beneath your...
I want to call a request through heating vents, And...
Her body is a difficult sister, and she loves her,...
They're tearing up streets again. They're building a new hotel....
They called here to tell me that your're finally dying,...
I have a headache. I have a sore back. I...
When the bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections,...
Held like water in you shaking hands are all the...
So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where...
Had one of those days when you want to try...
you don't get to be a saint the dead man...