ROSELAND

29 believers in the room next door
Guess the myth didn’t equal the score
While they’re praising the legend
They can’t wait for his fall
Never was enough room for us all

Not enough air to breathe
Or time to leave
Trading in make believe
For the time being

Meet me at Roseland
Meet me at summer’s end
No one will notice
Anywhere that we meet
Promise you’ll be there
Don’t leave me waiting
You’re all I’ve ever known
All I’ll ever know

All the painted faces
Every painted smile
So allergic to all that they hide
Guess I needed the feeling
Every scandalous high
Got accustomed to life on the line

I saw all the stories end
Begin again
But only a single face
Stayed the same

Meet me at Roseland
Meet me at summer’s end
No one will notice
Anywhere that we meet
Promise you’ll be there
Don’t leave me waiting
You’re all I’ve ever known
All I’ll ever know

Wherever you go
Wherever you’ll show
I’ll be waiting for you

YOU KNOW WHY THEY HATE ME, DON’T YOU?

You know why they hate me, don’t you?
It’s just a matter of time, so they say
They won’t forgive any traitors
Whenever they say I’m ungrateful
Just remember the price that I’ve paid
I got so tired parading in rooms badly lit

In the stardom of my boredom
My British manners never failed
How they hated my behaviour

But you
You shine like the glamour sky
You ride on the turning tide
At least for a while
And me
I’ll wipe off banalities
Whenever they’re thrown at me
I do it so well

You know why they hate me, don’t you?
There’s not a lot to be said
I didn’t need invitations
Just don’t let your manners escape you
Although it’s tempting, there’s nothing to prove
I made my choice
Now it’s all up to you

You’re high as a falling star
Just don’t let it go too far
You’ve seen where it ends
The game
At best it’s acceptable
At worst it’s despicable
I’ll leave it to you

CODA

Tenderhearted words
Set a thousand dreams alight
Every little hurt
Seems to shine this time of night

Each generation
They know what it’s like
Feels never ending
The way in is out

Faces burning like the sun
The lights are on
All night
Seen your eyes a thousand times
Within the crowd

Whispers of the empty streets
Inside of me
All night
Crowded rooms all drained of sound
Keep spinning round

Lying in her arms
In the shelter of her heart
Her Moroccan charm
Makes me proud to wear these scars

The city mirrors
They shine in my blood
Like new diseases
That can’t get enough

Faces burning like the sun
The lights are on
All night
Seen your eyes a thousand times
Within the crowd

Whispers of the empty streets
Inside of me
All night
Crowded rooms all drained of sound
Keep spinning round

Faces in the rain
All over this tinsel town
Every now and then
Got to take a chance again

MINOR FRAME

Crowded Saturdays
Guest among ghosts
A girl made of shivers
Girls on their own

Rolled down shades
Sweet, harsh sweat
It’s the choked laughter
The unmade bed
All the things you might remember
Things you might forget

Looking young and old
In the same glance
Nervous tenderness
But steady at hand

Curly hair
And vinyl sounds
Guess it’s carved within the faces
Carved and painted down
A cigarette that’s burning
Along the line

I guess that she’s the one you won’t forget