Let me do the talking, now that I'm here

I talked to God in a phonebox on my way home. I told you my answer. I left you my dreams on your answering machine, but I'm a million different people from one day to the next. Yes, there's love if you want it. Don't sound like no sonnet. My Lord, my love, the world. Don't stop. There ain't no time for cracking up. Believe me, friend, happinnes more or less, it's just a change in me, something in my liberty. Here we are, the rolling people. Can't stay for long, we gotta go. There ain't no space and time to keep our love alive. We have existence but that's all we share. Yes, I'm coming down. Your beauty is a colour. Surround into the half light. Another velvet morning for me. Tie yourself to the mast, my friend and the storm will end. If heaven calls, I'm coming too, just like you said. You leave my life, I'm better off dead. Rise straight to the light. In or out of time. No time for sad lament, a wasted life is bitter spent. Child within has healing ways. It sees me through my darkest days. Keep catching the butterfly in that dream of mine. In a neon wilderness he was restless. Escape loneliness for a new address.

[ur skivomslaget till Televisions platta Marquee moon]