O’er all the way
Green palms and blossoms gay
Are strewn this day in festal preparation
When you’re with the Flintstones
Have a yabba-dabba-doo time
A dabba-doo time
We’ll have a gay old time
When in the springtime of the year when the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon in the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear 'midst the lantern light
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Back in the trees, where I learned to say “Please”,
Where I begged for a taste from the table,
She made me know there was need to go slow,
When she taught me to dance in the shadows.
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand
My dear, we’re slow dancin’ in a burnin’ room
Burnin’ room, burnin’ room
Don’t you think we oughta know by now?
You can’t start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
You can’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Hey baby
Lights out, aha, blast, blast, blast
Lights out, aha, blast, blast, blast
Lights out
Dancing in the dark to the radio of love
Dancing in the dark to the radio of love
I know that it’s wrong to be dancing with no lights on
And I know that it’s wrong to be holding you for so long
Seaside town in winter
I’m trying to write my book
She’s broken down, it’s raining
I said I’d have a look
Uncurling human tragedy
Appropriately a mystery
She tells my story back to me
She said I’ll live this chapter till eternity
I let her go into the night
Night of light, satellite
Quite a sight to see
This is not a true tale, but
Who needs truth if it’s dull?
The bigger, the better
Some stolen from Japan
Collected from around the world
They’ll catch you if they can
Lies, lies, lies, yeah
Lies, lies, lies, yeah
Lies, lies, lies, yeah
Lies, lies, lies, yeah
Ain’t that what you said?
Ain’t that what you said?
Ain’t that what you said?
Liar, liar, liar
There’s no more wishes in the well
No more dreams to sell
No time in the hourglass
There’s no more lies for you to tell
Your heaven is your hell
Your future dying in the past
Evergreen
Ever, ever, evergreen
I’m still trying to understand
Why do I see the things I see
Could it be a future world
That’s warning us through me
I’m still trying to understand
Why do I know the things I know
Does it mean I’m a god?
Will nobody tell me so?
Changing moods and stranger feelings
In my dealings with the world
Faces that I’ve seen before am I sure
Or has my brain turned
Thinking about things I don’t understand
When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way
It’s only superstition
It’s only your imagination
It’s only all the things that you fear
And the things from which you can’t escape
The ants are in the sugar, the muscles atrophied
We’re on the other side, the screen is us and we’re T.V.
Spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
Everything turns to shit
The boy that you loved is the man that you fear
Child child child
Father of the man father of the man
Child child child
Father of the man father of the man
Nobody knows about my man,
They think he’s lost on some horizon,
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I’ve never known before,
Telling me about the sea,
All his loves to eternity.
Ooh he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes,
Ooh he’s here again,
The man with the child in his eyes