They try to trace her in the town |
| Appeal for information on the local news |
| Someone must have missed her by now |
| A mother or a father or a friendly face to talk her down |
| She's heading for the great escape |
| Heading for the rave |
| Heading for the permanent holiday ... |
Hold your breath 'till you feel it begin |
| Here it comes |
| Do you feel that? |
| Feel this? |
| Get used to it |
She had the face of the Statue of Liberty |
| Oh free me |
| The fire and ice of Amazon and Eskimo |
| Take me home |
| The edge and the glance of high fashion |
| Ask me about next year |
Tell me I'm mad |
| How should I know |
| Tell me I'm mad |
| I have been here for so long |
| Help me paint a picture |
| They say it's a lie |
| Tell me I'm mad |
| You're a fine one to decide |
Burn me in the fires of wild heaven |
| Like it never never never would stop |
| Tell me I'm mad |
| Tell me I imagined that |
| Was it something I didn't say? |
| Or was it something I said |
| Leave that stuff alone |
| Use me instead |
I know I'm always falling off the edge of the world |
| I got space in my bed |
| You've got Egypt in your head |
| I've got a headful of Troy |
| Chandeliers and Charlemagne |
| Fireworks and toys |
Hold your breath till you feel it begin |
| Here it comes |
| Get used to it |
But you sleep like a ghost with me |
| It's as simple as that |
| So tell me I'm mad |
| Roll me up and breathe me in |
| Come to my madness |
| My opium den |
| Come to my madness |
| Make sense of it again |
Make a drug of my senses |
| I'll get you out of your head |
| I'm sick for you |
| Love wastes us together |
| Love holds us together |
| Love folds us together |
| Flowers |
I don't know what you're doing here |
| When there's murder on the street |
| I appreciate your concern |
| But don't waste your time on me |
| I'm ashes on the water now |
| Somewhere far away |
| You think you came here just in time |
| But you're twenty years too late |
| You won't have long to wait |
Easy, you said I was easy. This world sharpens teeth. Eat your words... |