When I look up to the skies I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning tired still yawning See your face come peaking through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction gone When will this haunting stop Your face it just wont leave me a-lone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lie You in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lie Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick...

Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception When will I ever learn? I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home Wondering blindly How can they find me? Maybe they don't even know My body is shaking Anticipating The call of the black footed crow I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And taunting with pictures of home Here in this prison Of my own making Year after day I have grown Into a hero But there's no worship Where have they hidden my throne? I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And screaming out pictures of home

I feel just like Picasso And you're my masterpiece I painted you a lifetime Now what's left are memories Oooh Sunlight's in the curtains Diamonds in the trees I gave you colors blue and gold As you lay upon the sheets Something so familiar drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase No matter how I try, no matter what I do I'm still painting pictures of you I could almost smell your perfume In each brush stroke of the flowers I left you tea from China Waiting in your sacred tower Something so familiar drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase No matter how I try, no matter what I do I'm still painting pictures of you If I should go crazy, if I would go blind I'd still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind If that's the only way to make you mine It was something so familiar Drawn from this blank page Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase No matter how I try, no matter what I do I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures Still painting pictures of you Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh...

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.

Talk, it's only talk Arguments, agreements, advice, answers Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker, bicker, bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Backtalk Talk, talk, talk, it's only talk Comments, clichés, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, it's all rhetoric Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialogue, duologue, diatribe Dissention, declamation Double-talk, double-talk Talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations It's all talk Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea Waves sweep the sand from my island My sunsets fade Field and glade wait only for rain Grain after grain love erodes my High weathered walls which fend off the tide Cradle the wind To my island Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o'er my island My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale Dissolves in the sun Love's web is spun, cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island Touch me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island Clutch sailor's words, pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore Equal in love, bound in circles Earth, stream and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island From me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea