(this) i don’t feel cold. i don’t feel strong. i don’t feel much at all. and this could be hate or just a mistake, or maybe too close to call. ‘cause i’m alright with this. and i’m on fire with this. but i bite down on this.
(to catch the stars) you’re going to have to come outside some time. you’re going to need to take a drink. your shrink-wrapped lifestyle may protect your thoughts but it won’t help you think. you’re going to have to take the risk tonight. to catch the stars or face the drop. the conversation may flow freely but, could just as well dry up. sealed up. sealed. sealed up you’re, sealed up. you’re going to have to pull that skin away, and let the first few touches sting. your shattered nerves betray. you’ve lost the plot, you cannot feel a thing. sealed up. sealed. sealed up you’re, sealed up.
(radio) a simple life you said, is just to lie in bed and turn the radio on. to never see the sun and dream of things undone, songs that you’ve never sung. and i can just turn the radio on. i can just turn the radio on. i can just turn, i can just turn the radio on. your puntured body bag. those dry and empty sacks, the promise that you disowned. and in the mortuary you made a pass at me, asked me to jump on your bones. and i can just turn the radio on. i can just turn the radio on. i can just turn, i can just turn the radio on. could i bleed misfortune, tell you the story of how close it comes. could i reappoint you. the knighthood for running where cowardice runs. and i can just turn the radio on. i can just turn, i can just turn the radio on.
(replay) you’re crying out, for a replay. a baby’s fist of heat on a cold day. and i’m not sure that these words will be enough. you hand me a gun and it’s loaded. the safety catch is bent and corroded, from years of rain and it’s cold and pain and you. and it’s me. and i scream for a replay. one by one streaming through, reaching out for a replay. i’m jumping on to a ghost-train. a vainly held hope of some feeling. my eyesight scans for some detail or some clue, and it’s me and i scream for a replay. one by one streaming through, reaching out for a replay. i gravitate to you, to catch another view, to breathe that air again. just a replay. you wanted. you wanted. you wanted this. you’re crying out, for a replay. you’re crying out, for a replay. and i’m not sure that these words will be enough.
(happiness) this bitterness can run and run and never pause for breath. and when it catches up and squeezes, chokes you half to death. if happiness is all that it has been cracked up to be, then stick it in an envelope and send it off to me. if happiness walked in would i be too enraged to care. and would i recognise its face or stand and hold its stare. if happines is not like this i’ll take it with both hands. and force myself into its mouth and whisper my demands. happiness oh happiness, it comes on me in waves. then soon as i have dropped my guard, it turns around. if happiness is all that it has been cracked up to be. then tie it to a ten ton weight and drop it in the sea. happiness just tees you up to strike a cleaner blow. to take you from these dizzy heights and pull you down.
