The days are chained like daisies
flung on some years-old grave
on ground unmarked, found on no chart
or map or minefield aid
I can only change the future
I cannot change the past
I can`t recall who`s on my side
I can only watch my back
Through aimless thought, through thoughtless deed
I joined with liars and thieves
but behold the only liar who`s
scorned and told to leave
I will walk yr way
A soap-opera clown
stakes his place by her side
and he`ll sniff, pout and frown
`til she tells him the world is wrong
and his cliches are right
Now, the season never changes
Just me and my true love
In this harbour bare, slate-grey and hushed
where slow death is life enough
You made of me an outcast
A suitcase-dwelling shell
You made of mine a heart of stone
which you dropped down a bottomless well
Well, fair enough,
but just don`t call it love
when it was just lust for blood
and by the way, "get out" just means "get out" to me
I will walk yr way
Debts of the world are not mine to pay
so I will walk yr way