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Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is
Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depend's on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing
If I could stay...
Then the night would give you up
Stay... and the day would keep its trust
Stay... and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you
If I could stay...
Then the night would give you up
Stay... then the day would keep its trust
Stay... with the demons you drowned
Stay... with the spirit I found
Stay... and the night would be enough
Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground
Lemon
See through in the sunlight
She wore lemon
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're dry
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly,
Slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing
She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her
And I feel
Like I'm drifting, drifting,
Drifting from the shore
And I feel
Like I'm swimming out to her
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
| A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside A man makes a car And builds a road to run them on A man dreams of leaving But he always stays behind |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination You gotta get to her She's imagination |
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
And these are the days
When our work has come assunder
And these are the days
When we look for something other
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Lemon
See through in the sunlight
She wore lemon
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're dry
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly,
Slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing
She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her
And I feel
Like I'm drifting, drifting,
Drifting from the shore
And I feel
Like I'm swimming out to her
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
| A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside A man makes a car And builds a road to run them on A man dreams of leaving But he always stays behind |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination You gotta get to her She's imagination |
And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly,
Slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing
She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her
And I feel
Like I'm drifting, drifting,
Drifting from the shore
And I feel
Like I'm swimming out to her
Midnight is where the day begins
| A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside A man makes a car And builds a road to run them on A man dreams of leaving But he always stays behind |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination You gotta get to her She's imagination |
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
And these are the days
When our work has come assunder
And these are the days
When we look for something other
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
| A man makes a picture
A moving picture Through the light projected He can see himself up close A man captures colour A man likes to stare He turns his money into light To look for her She is the dreamer She's imagination Through the light projected He can see himself up close |
You're gonna meet her
there
She's your destination There's no sleeping there She's imagination Lemon She had heaven She wore lemon |
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky (Sky)
Bullet the blue sky (Sky)
Bullet the blue (Sky)
Bullet the blue (Sky)
Must we let it happen again?
Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah Yeah Well this guy comes up to me see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
We're talking One hundred
Two hundred
Three hundred
Four
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city moan
Moan, groan, moan, groan
Outside it's America
America!
And we run
And we run
And we run
Into the arms
Of America
