Scarlet Wish

To be as light as poppy seeds
free-falling on a gentle breeze.
Descend upon the devil's ground
and bring the lost souls to their knees.
As deserts bloom, despair retreats,
and faith returns in crimson wreathes,
plucked from the garden that is me
expanding.

Faith returns in crimson wreathes,
locked from the garden that is me.
I shall land on where I'll please,
and where I go you'll know I've been.
Red ribbons around your feet and you'll
believe again, believe again...
There's so much left to live for.

Where I go you'll know i've been,
red ribbons around your feet and you'll
believe again, believe again,
there's so much left to live for.
Believe again, believe again,
there's so much left to live for
so much left to live for.

to be (x8)

Inside

Abandoned on my cross around the corner from the corner of your eye,
don't be surprised if I should slowly cross the line and slowly glide
you through the border that you claimed was never ever there.
A place you never wished to share.

inside
inside

Ankles crossed like fair Victoria for the glory of the empire,
kneels examining the floor
Retreats on cushions, leaves you staring at a mirror that's all cracks
and curves on all sides.

inside
inside

There's no hiding in this palace of your soul.
It stretches far beyond the walls that you created,
but it's smaller than the hole which you lie in now.
If you could find the courage just to dig a little deeper.

inside
inside
inside
inside

(whispering: "over here" "deeper")
(whispering: "over here" "deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper...")

inside
inside

Colour Wheel

Don't cry for me, my sweet sweet friend.
Don't cry for me, my lover.
My silence is no cause for tears.
I'm looking at the colours.

There's red and green, and ocean blue.
There's violet, brown, and roses.
There's white tornadoes in this room,
and everything is mellow.

I can sing a rainbow.
And maybe... you too.

There's red and green, and ocean blue.
There's violets, brown(?), and roses too.
There's white tornadoes in this room,
and everything's so mellow.

The Disaster Area (instrumental)

Nouveaux Modes Exotiques (instrumental)

Glasshouse (CD tracks 6 and 7)

Ten years in the glasshouse.
And we're busy counting bruises, and watch the stones go cruising by.
They're just whizzing past our heads, and we're still standing here,
tied on a thread, stretched beyond our limits. Beyond my limit.

And I'd surely love to reach out and touch you, but it's suicide.
And now I'm watching your reflection, cos I can't look in your eyes.
And I'm burning. Just burning up on the inside.

It's so very very cold here. So very very cold here.
And I doubt if things will ever change.

The Man with the Cut-Glass Heart

My mesmerizing hands go swimming in the boiling water.
I wish I could control them, but they're instruments of torture.
And when I touch you there, I know it cuts you like a knife.
But I am far away, my dear. But you'll survive.

My hypnotizing eyes go searching in the secret places.
I try my best to look away. They find the spaces
where you hide out when you're petrified.
But I am far away, my love. But you'll survive.

My uncertain cripple soul goes floating in the wrong direction.
I wish I could command it to stand proudly to attention.
But it bounces and it flails, and there seems no reason why.
Cos I am far away, my dear. But I'll survive.

It bounces and it flails, and I see no reason why.
I am far away, my love, but I'll survive.

It bounces and I flail, and there seems no reason why.
Cos I am far away, my dear, but we'll survive.

Little Romeo

[I had trouble with this one. Someone help me out.]

A crack in time. We're two like flies. Any shape, any size.
They dance down my eyes. And they spin. And they spun a web
from the east to the west from my place to your place.
The west is the best.

Swallow up our sin. Clean again.
We blame not this(?). We carry it away.
You may be a parasite, but I love you. I love you.
Did you hear me? I said, I love you.

Kleine Juliet (instrumental)

Saucers #1

The saucers are coming. Get under the table. Hide yourself in the cellar.
Take as much food and water with you as you can. We do not have everything
under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

The saucers are coming. Thousands of them. There is no moon tonight,
but the sky is silver. Lock your doors. Turn off all the lights. Turn
off your radios, turn off your TVs, pull the curtains. We do not have
everything under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

The saucers are coming. We do not know if their intentions are friendly
but we are preparing for the worst possible scenario. We are attempting
communication but there has been no response. We do not have everything
under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

Stay inside. Keep out of sight. Don't even whisper. The saucers are coming.
Make no sound at all. Switch me off, now! This is a taped message. Switch
me off, now! The saucers are coming, and we do not have everything under
control! We do not have everything under control!

(backwards vocals?)

Premonition 19 (instrumental)

Wonderdome (2:30, followed by 3:25 of silence)

Here it's summer every day. Sitting cozy beneath this wonderdome.
I was caught, naked, in the crazy foam, and they asked for my ID.
I showed them a birthmark. Here we're babies until we're 88. It's
guaranteed. No misdemeanors, no terminal disease. And everybody's
smiling, we've got everything we need. And the tannoy shouts its
message daily. "Be happy! Stay alive! You have no need to wonder
what's outside your door. Keep in there, kid."

Untitled (starts at 5:57 into track 13)

...new good one. I showed them crisp packets. You got to
take added cartoon (?)... not these (?)

Don't throw your crisp packet at me, you alien bastard!
Don't you dare throw your crisp packet at me!
I don't like your alien crisps, you foul fiend of hell.

Transcribed by Alan Jaffray and others from cloud-zero