Blinded by the night by strokes of deadly insight,
close against my wheels, eyes like the heads of pins,
I've waited on you a ton-of-years on the streets in black-n-blank-a-hum; a-whistlin' you have come.
Blinded by the night by strokes of deadly insight,
kickin' tin-can-alley, as well a ship sinkin' then,
if there I've lost my mind, I have loved you 'n' what
is worse wrong: a-whistlin' you have come.
;(
Blinded by the night by strokes of deadly insight,
love life or simply watch the whole thing happen?
***yeah those sultry nights, yeah, yet less and lesser than,
as accords with our plan.***
***ou (yeah those sultry nights, scarce anything remains all gone, but the embers of the dawn).***
There in that hive, a tube of lust for life,
at the next station, little European
show your hand, put it down there beneath my heart. *heart*
Blinded by the night by strokes of deadly insight,
one final loop at least with death the end.
I've waited on you a ton-of-years on the streets in black-n-blank-a-hum;
a-whistlin' you have come. :)