Supernova

Let me tell you a story

About two suns

One shined brightly

The other stung

Stars are cool

And in the know

You can grab right on 

When they swing low

 

I do declare

I saw you there

Shining in the sky

Only passing by

Supernova

 

One sun smiled 

Every day

One looked closer

And turned away

Stars are high

But they're not cold 

They're high as hell

But they swing low

 

I do declare

I saw you there

I play this earthly game

It's called calling your name

Supernova

Moons of Neptune

Midnight Blue

Too cool to choose

Not bleeding red

Like purple do

Your indigo

Fashion show

Has got me blind

Has got me stoned

 

You could hide your love away

I would find it anyway

Ultraviolet is the wine

Moons of Neptune on my mind

 

Done this before,

Be adored?

I think I guess

I'm on the floor

No need to push and pull

The hourglass

Is nearly full

 

I can feel you far away

Want to feel you everyday

Tight enough to never leave

Moons of Neptune, I can't breathe!

 

You could hide your love away

I would find it anyway

Ultraviolet is the light

Moons of Neptune

Outta sight

Player Piano

Tell me the tale

Of the rain and the hail

And the man left in tatters

To weep in the jail

And the woman who loved him

But left him for good

'Cuz he couldn't stop singing 

But she thought that he could

 

Hey Miss Delilah

Play me a song

On the Player Piano

And I'll sing along

For time is awasting

And we are but souls

Who travel the Earth

And trip into holes

 

Play me a rag 

For to gather my bags

And head out the door

Toward the lover I had

Play me a song

While I shuffle along

A road without signs

That winds through the pines

 

Hey Miss Delilah 

Play me a song

On the Player Piano

And I'll sing along

For time is a wasting

And we are but souls

Who travel the Earth

And trip into holes

London Calling

London Calling

Says he is a friend

Said he'll introduce me to Big Ben

London Calling, Paris on my mind

Always think about her all the time

Now Paris got her hairspray in a can

She's looking for a London kind of man

London's got a lady on the side

Lucky London's little honey pie

London calling, Paris on my mind

Big Ben's out in the rain now doing time.

 

London is a fancy kind of man

He likes to eat

He likes to wash his hands

Ben is in the parlour drinking London's wine,

Wonders what it's like not doing time.

 

London falling, feel like I don't care

Plus it's OK 'cuz Paris is right there

Focus only on the things you want

Paris got the fancy restaurants

London calling, Paris on my mind

Big Ben's just hanging 'round now doing time.