1. |
The Watcher
05:19
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She said she knows me
She says she knows my name
She’s here a lot lately
Her voice don’t sound the same
If that’s the way you want it
If that’s the way you need it: who am I to say?
If that’s the way you like it
If that’s the way you play it, baby, that’s OK.
She hides, she watches
She knows when you’re not home.
She talks while she touches
She drives, she drives alone.
If that’s the way you want it
If that’s the way you need it, who am I to say?
If that’s the way you like it
If that’s the way you play it, baby, that’s OK.
She talks about it
She says he’s got a plan.
He’s coming to show me
He’s a man, he uses hands.
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2. |
I Need Air
04:32
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Say it slowly, if you knew it you would take it away again.
Now I see, I feel it coming in the red of another day.
Heaven is hell; it’s a-creepin’ down.
I’ll never be over the way.
Wait ‘til it fades, turnin’ yellow: and you hit me right there again.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
Same old sway, when we do it, and it’s always the same I get.
Holes in me: wake and wonder as you’re smokin’ your cigarette.
Trip and I fell, now I’m coming round.
I put it down: push it away.
Hold me, wholly, and you swear to me we’ll never be here again.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
Pour it down in the gutter: watch it trickle along, away.
Don’t come round cos I’m feeling that I’ve wasted another day.
Heaven is hell, I’ll be comin’ now.
A crazy thing being this way.
Shake ‘til I wake: and then I see you, and it’s over another day.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
I need air.
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3. |
If She Asks Me
02:56
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I can’t talk any louder; if I talk louder no one will hear.
I can’t ask for forgiveness, no one can give this, no one comes near.
And if she asks me I’m gonna tell her, I will not lie.
My only hope is, hope won’t elope no, hope will not die.
I can’t talk any deeper; I’m at the deep end: I cannot swim.
Call again in the morning, I may be mourning, I may not be in.
And if she asks me I’m gonna tell her, I will not lie.
My only hope is, hope won’t elope no, hope will not die.
I see her coming around, coming around my way.
But then she never quite makes it, I never see her again.
I can’t talk any louder, don’t want to shout, her voice won’t be heard.
I can’t ask for the lights on, you can rely on; it’s lights off with her.
And if she asks me I’m gonna tell her, I will not lie.
My only hope is, hope won’t elope no, hope will not die.
I see her coming around, coming around my way.
But then she never quite makes it, I never see her again.
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