Bauhaus

Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make the point

In a crucifiction ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarl

Hair of the Dog The man who was mortally wounded in war Kept on fighting The man who was cut to the quick by love Kept on loving The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts Kept on thinking The man who was crippled with concern Kept on caring Hair

Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping se

We tried to fly Is it so high We don't think so We don't think so Are we looked at Are we set back? Can we fake him Emulate him? Time is breaking Changing faking Grind us up now Not too hard now Features so fine Rouge and eyeline Things I fancy Just

Severance The birds of leaving call to us Yet here we stand Endowed with the fear of flight Overland The winds of change consume the land While we remain In the shadow of summers now past When all the leaves Have fallen and turned to dust Will we rem

Learning lines in the rain Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks The graveyard scene The golden years She's in parties It's in the can (twice) Freeze frame screen kiss Hot heads under silent wigs Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor Look-a-lik

And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for Satori Th

You fear the lesson And fear to walk And fear to pass on Your fear to talk The teacher was feared Your parents too Then you became The fear of you Fear Look to yourself Climb over the wall And see behind That you're not so small Then you won't blame

Hollow Hills Ancient Earth work fort and barrow Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion of their hollow hills That music hold and Oberon fill Is surely recommended not For

Overshadowed by her sister Pretty girl would scream, King volcano gave me numbers King volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean 专辑:Burning from the Inside 歌手:Bauhaus

A gut pull drag on me Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multy reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odourous whim Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrin

·I dare you, to be real To touch a flickering flame The pangs of dark delight Don't cower in night fright Don't back away just yet From destinations set I dare you to be proud To dare to shout aloud For convictions that you feel Like sound from bells

White on white translucent black capes Back on the back Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead Undead undead undead The

Your mornings will be brighter Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no 专辑:Burning from the Inside 歌手:Bauhaus 歌曲:Hope

She had nut painted arms That were hers to keep And in her fear She sought cracked pleasures The passion of lovers is for death said she Licked her lips And turned to feather And as I watched from underneath I came aware of all that she keep The litt

Go and look for the dejected Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look it soon hath slithered To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad His nourishment extract from his subjects, subjects That mass