"Fresh tracks in the snow pass within a hundred feet of my tent..."
Took a bus just to get some inspiration
Rode through Success
I went from station to station to station
For seven hours just to get some rest
My head was so full of anger
But I could not find a voice to speak
I got myself so hungry
But I could not eat
Ooh
I want love
And a commodore and a photograph of you
I want love
And a commodore wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night
I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Oooh
"...moving in the same direction..."
We're all ghosts on the midline
In our little midnight reverie
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine
Some sweet cold anonymity
Now I'm swaying with the bar carriage
Nobody speak or see or touch me
What a beautiful marriage
I guess you lost your crutch
Oooh
I want love
And a commodore and a photograph of you
I want love
And a commodore wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night
I don't want it
And there goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Oooh
I want love
And a commodore and a photograph of you
I want love
And a commodore wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night (I want love)
I don't want it
And there goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Oooh
"...finally, a giant animal."
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