When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory ever green I`m with you once more, under the stars And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing And even the

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defences Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations Your rotting corpse is restored Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust Withered bandages restrain you no more Severed heads accent the gates Bones emerge from the sands Proof of your reign remains I, your

Can't we be friends He's going to turn me down and say I'll let her turn me down and say Though he gave me the air He was sigh and wonder why What a flop, this is how the story ends I thought I'd found the man of my dreams Now it seems, this is how the

Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have

I found this photograph, A big smile for the camera, How did she know? The moment could be lost forever Forever more Underneath the broken picture glass. Tender face of black and white, Beautiful, a haunting sight. Looked into an angel's smile,

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners You must be somewhere in London Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain Someone send a runner through the weather that I'm under for the feeling That I lost today Someone send a

The monarchy of roses Several of my best friends wear, The colors of the crown And Mary wants to fill it up, And Sherry wants to tear it all back down, girl The savior of your light The monarchy of roses tonight We all want the rose you know

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me

Boomerang my head Forever a Lake Effect kid Again and again I got a pocket full of deadliness Opium den mother forget my head At the dead-end called Unsteadiness Into the city I grew up in To the city I grew up in (into the city I grew up in) Again and