if you walk away, i'll walk away. first tell me which road you will take. i don't wanna risk our paths crossing someday, so you walk that way, i walk this way.
and the future hangs over our heads. and it moves with each current event. until it falls all around like a cold steady rain just stay in when it's looking this way.
and the moon's laying low in the sky. forcing everything metal to shine. and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case. they argue walk this way, no walk this way.
and Laura's asleep in my bed. as i'm leaving she wakes up and says 'i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave. baby don't go away, come here...'
and there are kids playing guns in the street. and ones pointing his tree branch at me. so i put my hands up, i say 'enough is enough, if you walk away i'll walk away' and he shot me dead.....
i found a liquid cure from my landlocked blues. it'll pass away like a slow parade. it's leaving but i don't know how soon.
and the world's got me dizzy again. you think after 22 yrs you used to the spin and it only feels worse when i stay in one place so i'm always pacing around or walking away.
i keep drinking ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head. but it all boils down to one quotable phrase: if you love something, give it away.
a good woman will pick you apart. a box full of suggestions for your possible heart. but you may offended and you may be afriad but don't walk away don't walk away don't walk away...
we made love on the living room floor, with a noise in the background on the televised war and in the deafening pleasure i thought i heard someone say 'if we walk away, they'll walk away.'
but greed is a bottomless pit and our freedom is a joke. we're just taking a piss and the whole world must watch this sad comic display. if you're still free start running away. cause we're coming for you!!!
i've grown tired of holding this pose, i feel more like a stranger each time i come home. so i'm making a deal with the devils of fame saying 'let me walk away, please..'
you'll be free child once you have died. from the shackles of language and measurable time and then we can trade places, play musical graves. till then walk away, walk away...
so i'm up at dawn putting on my shoes. i just want to make a clean escape. i'm leaving but i don't know where to. i know i'm leaving but i don't know where to.