1) vocal under a bloodlight



Last night you said I was colduntouchable

A lonely piece of action from another town

I just want to be freeI'm happy to be lonely

Can't you stay away? 

Just leave me alone with my thoughts.

Just a runawayjust a runaway

I'm saving myself.



2) passing strangers



Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights

Cold moanheld on the crest of the night

I'm too tired to fight



So now we're passing strangersat single tables

Still trying to get over

Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers

All those passing strangers.



And the twinkling liesall those twinkling lies

Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.



3) mylo



Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down

And we sat and cried on the phone

I never felt so alone

He was the first of our own

Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity

Some of us go down in a haze of publicity

The price of infamythe edge of insanity



Another holiday innanother temporary home

And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone

'talk to mewon't you tell me your stories.'



So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain

And he looked out the window and it started to rain

I thought maybe I've already gone crazy.

So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door

And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor

Inviting me to a casual obscenity.



4) perimeter walk



It would be incredible if we could

Retrace all the times that we lived here

All the collisions

WastedI've never been so wasted

I've never been this far out before



Perimeter walk.

There's a presence here.

I feel could have been ancient

I could have been mystical



There's a presence

A childhoodmy childhood

My childhoodchildhooda misplaced childhood

My childhooda misplaced childhood

Give it back to megive it back to me.

A childhoodthat childhoodthat childhood

That childhoodthat childhood

Oh please give it back to me.



5) threshold



I saw a war widow in a launderette

Washing the memories from her husband's clothes

She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat

A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes



I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns

Trying to pick up a war

They're going to even the score

Oh... I can't take any more

I see black flags on factories

Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor

I see children with vacant stares

Destined for rape in the alleyways

Does anybody careI can't take any more

Should we say goodbye? hey



I see priestspoliticians

The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags

I see children pleading with outstretched hands

Drenched in napalmthis is no vietnam



I can't take any moreshould we say goodbye

How can we justify? 

They call us civilised...