"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

And here you are And here you are and There is a room It floats above the stars This is my home It's filled with twisted light Our prayers will speak soon But not without words

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

They can all Just kiss off into the air Hard to find If I tried you'd probably be I can see the glowing lights I can see them every night Really not that far away I could be there in a day I wonder if you live there still

I can make the stars dance The sky is everywhere, so meet me under there I can make the stars dance dance dance with you Light up the moon, I can make the stars dance If you want me to Wake up to your dreams And watch them come true I'll make you whisper

Down the Seven Bridges Road. There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go. There is moonlight and moss in the trees Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child, And I have loved you in a tame way, And I have loved you wild.

Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom

Ne dis pas a ton pere Qu'il porte des oeillieres. Hey, your old man should know, If you see a shadow, There's something there. Hey! The streetlights all burnt out. Une annee sans lumieres. Je monte un cheval, Qui porte des oeilleres.

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice

'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap Negates the pains I went through to avoid you And every little pat on the shoulder for attention Fails to mention I still hate you But there's a light on in Chicago And I know I should be home All the