: I walk in a line I see where I'm going I turn inside out The days that I've known I face to myself And give up the ghost I turn in my mind What time
: Train, train Come and gone My rum coco My cold empty Shake, shake Sugaree Shoo, shoo fly Don't come back again X X the eyes C. C. Rider riding On
: Red River, keep on rolling down It's been a long time since I let my hair hang down I'll take my time before I go under the ground Oh dandelion, tell
: She's sliding, she's sliding Down to the dregs of the world She's fighting, she's fighting The urge to make sand out of pearls Heaven can wait And
: Voyage au bout de la nuit Voyage au bout de la nuit Voyage au bout de la nuit Plumes sauvages Le mirage Kerozene Au gris gris Rattlesnake Cadillac
: Quand on est mort, c'est qu'on est mort Quand on ne rit plus, c'est qu'on ne vit plus Quand j'aurai coupe la ficelle Mettez-moi dans une poubelle
: Collect many things And keep them all close to me To the ceiling from the floor I'm tripping on them constantly Pixelated faces play On the blown
: You could have it all You could pawn it off You could learn to crawl Where you used to walk And I... I'm only burning vanities You could tell a tale
: Crooked man down a crooked mile Crooked backbone, crossed out smile Crooked cat, crooked mouse We live together in a crooked little house We're all
: Think I'd like to climb down in a hole Down in the bottom of the world below Twist myself back out of sight Looking glass says have a look inside
She's sliding, she's sliding Down to the dregs of the world She's fighting, she's fighting The urge to make sand out of pearls Heaven can wait And hell
Crooked man down a crooked mile Crooked backbone, crossed out smile Crooked cat, crooked mouse We live together in a crooked little house We're all
Take a picture, what's inside? Ghost image in my mind Neural pattern like a spider Capillary to the centre Hold still and press the button Looking through
Collect many things And keep them all close to me To the ceiling from the floor I'm tripping on them constantly Pixelated faces play On the blown out
Think I'd like to climb down in a hole Down in the bottom of the world below Twist myself back out of sight Looking glass says have a look inside Drink
Help me to see What it's all coming to Crumbs on the table And mud on these shoes Treading so long I can't see where we've been Tracks on the trail And
(Hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey...) Hold my head up, right foot back Take my hands down, shake my back Pull my strings and cut my rope Rattle my
Red River, keep on rolling down It's been a long time since I let my hair hang down I'll take my time before I go under the ground Oh dandelion, tell