The EP's 92-94 lyrics

wishing that something would happen
a change in this place
'cos I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping
find an empty package

take for a while
your trumpet from your lip
loosen your hold loosen your grip
on your old ways
that have fallen out of step
in a changing time
hoist a new flag
hoist a new flag

angry sun burn down
judging us all
guilty of neglect and disrespect

I love your nervous fingers
Won't you fumble all night long
But in the morning they are stingers
To rise and stumble on
Down the crooked pavement
The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf
The brill bell chimes
And fortune smiles with its broken teeth

And the many rivers run
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again

Summer, restless summer
Won't let sleeping dogs lay

You turn out the light
and the dark sucks on the embers of the fire
that shoulders in the night
and these tumbling boulders of desire
come rolling off the shadows of me

You say I thought time was meant to take away the hurtin'
as your lonely silhouette closes the curtain
back on the road destination uncertain
so lets get in this car and drive
and this feeling I feel so strong

I can see it in your eyes
what I know in my heart is true
that our love it has faded
like the summer run through
so we'll walk down the shoreline
one last time together
feel the wind blow our wanderin' hearts
like a feather
but who knows what's waiting
in the wings of time
dry your eyes
we gotta go where we can shine

Don't be hiding in sorrow
or clinging to the past

I just don't care
Don't care at all
I've banged my head too long
On these brick walls
Every seed I sow
Shudders and falls
Perishes betweens
Ah these brick walls

And I feel like the last hair
On a head gone bald
Not much point being there
No point at all
How many more years?
Years 'till they fall
On the blind eyes
And deaf ears
And these brick walls

These brick walls
These brick walls

The draft's blue cold
Under the door
When we threw our clothes
To the kitchen floor
The broccoli balls
In a pan on the gas stove
Where you stand
Won't you take this
Spatula in your hand

Let the rice burn
It cannot determine love
For you
We have no concern
Under the hem of the night

Out on the roof
Over harbored streets
Where the sky's a blanket
Each sweet kiss
So melodramatic

time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore

now night has fallen on the stair
some things you do you can never repair
seems I'm always pretending
things aren't there when they are

and the leaves are nearly off the trees
and the traffic's thick past yellow windows
and I'm lost inside the frozen headlights
thinking of you

time no good
wisdom no good

We are lovers girl
Me and you
White faced lovers girl
You know that its true

We got through the winter time
'Till the spring sun starts to grow
I'm your white faced lover girl
Oh, don't you know

You're so warm with me
I never feel the cold
What have you done with me?
I've never felt so old

We got through the orange summer
Stood and watched the red leaves fall
Maybe by next summer time

Four o'clock in the morning
Born on the sea
The night is rattling
With burglar alarm oh yeah

The night explode
The night explode
Flower by your window side
Autumn is graceful
Unladen with memory
And the wonders die

Seven o'clock in the evening
Watching TV show
Kissing your dark hair
Its your head against the sunset
And the harbor below

It's the cruelest thing
The cruelest thing

Tears falling slow
from the bridge
into the river below
in your eyes, I start to see
a starry veil,
the ocean of infinity

Moon and stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
these empty arms
that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I'm trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down

I'm drowning in shallows