The cane on the table is getting lighter, it's almost disappeared
I always thought that furniture was weird
Rooms full of battered wood, I'd live in empty rooms if I could
The shape of my face is well-defined, improving with age
All I need now is something to engage
Grinning at images, I'll only talk to you if you appeal


Braving the elements
Childlike and delicate
Art is on the run, Art is on the run


The blood on the ticket is the same as the blood on the fingers at my throat
I'll prove it was you by the paintings on your coat
Seams split in violent times, art is on the run and drunk again on wine
I'm safe and sound, I'm full of money, a silver sixpence shines
Somewhere else a beach is sad and cries
Sand swept to damaged hills, another empty canvas I've to fill


Close to you and far away

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My First Punk Song
Death Disguised As Salvation (live)
Planet Trouble
Time The Argument
Pacemaker
Haze of Despair
Vision
On Any Other Day
West
Bottle of you
Palomino
Did We Not Choose Each Other
Would I Know
Bob Dylan's Blues
No Secrets
Who Wants This?
Sunrise
Get It All
Hurricane Amore
Cuando Te Duermas
I Still Love You
PALISADES PARK
Raw Power
Inside My Head