Everything is rags
And there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy
If there was no one to hurt but me
But now everything that I do
Coming out of me will just tear through you
In and out of you
Up and down your life like a curse
Cast by the only son of rags
Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted nothing more, my loved one
Than to wrap you up in joy
But it never be with me, you and I are like two worlds
Not meant to collide
Death to each other
In the unraveling of time
So tell me, how do you, how do you
How do you, how do you like it?
Ooh, what kind of, what kind of
What kind of dream would you call it?
To have one foot in Eden, one foot in hell
To be always numb, plagued by demons
Summoned by angels at the same time
Endlessly
But I will burn me, right out of this place
I will lay you down to sleep, so when you wake
I'll be gone and you will remember nothing
You will remember nothing
- :
- Modern Blues
- An Appointment With Mr Yeats
- Dream Harder
- Room To Roam
- This Is The Sea
- A Pagan Place
- Miscellaneous
- This Is the Sea (Deluxe Version)
- The Waterboys
- Room to Roam (Deluxe Version)
- The Whole Of The Moon - The Music Of...
- The Whole of the Moon: The Music of Mike Scott & the...
- Balearic Soft Rock
- 80s Dancefloor
- Best of British
- HartRock 2011
- Radio 2 Topcollectie Rock Klassiekers Deel 2
- The Other Side Of The 80s
- Pop Rock Station (By Zegut), Vol. 3
- Uncut 2015.02: Doing It Right!