waiting for a signal
Let's just talk a little / And we can breathe it out / You don't believe me, how / You'll even know / If you don't come?
volcanic institutions
They certainly seemed never out of trouble there.
the storm won't come
Not a leaf is stirred, nor dust is blown / There is no storm, so I'll make my own
who used to dance
She used to pick me up, and then put me back in my place / I used to know this girl, she was electric / But she don't dance no more
solar system
I watched it for a little while / I love to watch things on TV
the end will taste like you
Where will you get some more clichés? / Living-slogan, you're a headline / With no sense. Fuck you!
strawberry moon
You came too soon / It's three in the afternoon / Now there's nothing to look forward to
atomic number
Why are the wholesome things / The ones we make obscene? / Well if your mercy's lost / I have an offer: us
just a dream away
Watch it fade away so fast / I know I saw you / Coming from a distant past
some place else
I think there's someplace else / I'd take you there myself / I think there's some way else / Let's find it for ourselves
probability
We've stopped receiving transmissions, and in addition, my intuition says that something is wrong / So I'm trying not to think I may have lost you, cause I know I've got to try and be strong
dragon tattoo
Get kicked out when I can't see straight and / What an island to be on / Under the neon
eyes to the ground for change
Wanting it all now instead of when it's supposed to happen. / When will it happen? / If you have to ask, then not right now.
mutant standard
that's what I do, it's in me, my blood / I've got a little black mark right there / That's nasty... but I'm not nasty
forgotten more than you know
You think you'll find a heaven of bliss / In each caress each tender kiss / But I've forgotten more / Than you'll ever know about her
dispossession
The smoke will settle / The demons will come / And I will be torn apart
buka glass
Of course it is forever / every / single / time
faded catalogues
And the dinnerware is silver plated / And the parties were so debonair / And the bomb floated in the gutter
you have never lived if you have never died
black as 3 am / they are standing around in circles / wings hanging to their sides like laundry on the line / letting their tongues dry / they always come to me / like a thief or a ghost