(Thought Gang/Vocal by Angelo Badalamenti)
So I'm gowing down the street
And I'm trying enough to smile
Cause the street is where I'm going
In the curve is on the side
By this tour with a ringles down
Like this girl I want to do
Cause the sour in the follow
Any HELP... Cosy lands forever
Like the nightmare girl, when I wait
God out off the world felt with stuff
Like stuff changing and as wire as the air
And I ask for MEN - go around me
And I look down in my shoes
That's a fur weight for me
Man, I came for leaving
I've got a real indication
Of the love coming on...
I've got a real indication
Of the love coming on...
The WIND... is howling
Like a cold stupit refrain
Curve is lift me
And I've coming back again
A broadstead bullet
Holds in the judge
A hot burned like a sour of flare
That grates by the houses to dry
Men in a horse-mine
Bosses... bosses... bosses...
By the thing mistaken
In a distance way
I see myself... I see myself...
And start to smile
I've got a real indication
Of the love coming on...