words by Raymond
music by Theatre of Tragedy

Parch?d of words, parch'd of lauds,
Lorn and tyned fro my wame -
'Seech I more perforce indeed:
Lap I of thee: Thou art want.




He says to her, "There's a woman in the upstairs window"
She turns and looks The blurred image of the echo fades away
As the silhouette set She's smoking a cigarette
And he dissolves like smoke As the silhouette turned and spoke,
"Want to stop you, I can't save you" Sometimes he begins to revere




I run as fast as I can To get a ride
To ride on this wave is all I dream of
I want to catch up with the distant sight
I create my speed the way I breathe




lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy

You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine




I can't see
In the flicker-light's quiet frequency
I was briefly interrupted by the sound
Of your voice Now I can see
Why you turned away in disbelief




He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone-line
No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance
Speaking in a silent parlance "Remember me", breaks the silence
A recurring line again He's looking for something




We stepped out of the brittle frame
And I heard her as she came
Through the city-streets
And the lavish lover-suites




no risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not
Don't say a word Unless you're heard
I know I hate to see you rude I think I'll let you down
You should have let me go I think I'll make you leave




Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it
I'm the music
Dance with me, sway
Are you ready for me?




She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits
Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite
Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight