The Wallflowers lyrics

Well, I know you find it hard to smile,
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin'
You know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me.

And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a loser in a loser's disguise.

She don't back down,
And she won't come around here
Now there's all this talk about dying

We can buy that mansion on the hill,
We'll fill it up until it's filled.
We'll buy a big black Cadillac
And we'll keep an extra one in the back.
We'll sit home just listening
To the sounds of the winds when they're breaking
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody else's money.

We can buy you that flower garden
With every rose that's ever risen.

Seen the shadow on my wall
Turn and fall
On broken hands and all
Turn and crawl
Seen that sun gone down
And the waterfall
She stood tall in the fallen rain
Right off an orphan train
She'll run to me again,
I believed,
See how wrong, how wrong you can be.

I know who watches you,
Who watches me
I know who hears you,
Who hears me
If my eyes blind,
Who'll see
The best in me

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.

Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution.

Pretty little girl on the side of the road
Yellow hair in a yellow bow
Little thumb sticking in the exit lane
Two packs of smokes and a candy cane
With women hips and baby lips
A Hallelujah book in the back of a pillow-slip.
If she gets out of here too soon
She'll run fast by the shy of the moon.

If she's been havin' the same old dreams,
Of lullabies and pale blue skies

She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe.
It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight.

Well, Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone,
Your whisper's a scream now
Since you don't speak to anyone.

The howlin' winds could never care what she liked,
Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin' wolf,

I know you're tired of waking up on the floor
Pushed to the edge with nothing heavy to hold
Using your clothes as a blanket and a bed
Holding your hands just to lay your head.

I know you don't remember ever falling down,
Who picked you up, who gathered around
But you don't have to be his girl
And you don't have to be my girl
You can always be your own girl.

Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here,
Bringing gifts while you act so sincere,
Bringing gifts for a boy who's five years,
Looking for rocks and training wheels.

I don't remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box.
Where did you ever learn to treat me like that

You don't seem to have any of that family stuff,

Sugarfoot's got two hands
Just as long as he can see,
One hand in the birdfeed
And a hand in the apple tree.
He stands in line, just a little behind
A yellow moon that hangs,
he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
Of his own chain gang.

You oughta see this home that he own,
It's like a box of jewelry,
He's got his own church bell
And his bed it lays in a gallery.

You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny,
But honey, what are you talkin' about
Something 'bout being, being reimbursed
For every unregistered virus.

Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain,
And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane.
With electricity shut off again
Leaving the night-life only for the madmen.

Oh my God
They've sold Hollywood,

We took 'em high, we took 'em straight up the hill,
They wanted it all, we gave 'em such a fill.
In their parades we stole every thrill
And in their games we made every kill.

We took them hard, we took them up against the wall.
In their loss we never let them fall
In their flames we sailed up to the moon
In their rains we slayed dry like a fire would.

So the bottom of my fears

I'm finding it hard,
Just to keep up with someone
Who's hangin' onto nothin'
Only to lose what's never mine.

And I'm finding it hard
Just to keep up with something
That's hangin' on to nothin'
To keep all these chains tied up and in line, in line.

Pretty Angel,
She bites the hands of the lion,
Ties it up with ribbon,
Watches as hound dogs
Bang on her drums, drums.