LYRICS
MY MOOD SWINGS, BACK AND FORTH ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT
I CAN’T SLEEP, CAN’T SIT STILL, I COUNT THE MINUTES UNTIL
MY MOOD SWINGS, LIKE A PENDULUM CLOCK
BUT THE LITTLE PILLS WON’T MAKE IT STOP
MY MOOD SWINGS, LIKE A CHILD’S ROCKING HORSE
AND THE PILL BOTTLE SPILLS AND MY MIND STARTS TO FILL
INTO MY MOUTH AND SUDDENLY
MY NIGHT GOES FROM NORTH TO SOUTH
MY MOOD SWINGS AND IT SWINGS AND IT SWINGS
REMINDING ME IT’S TIME TO FEEL ALIVE AGAIN
WITH EACH NEW TOUCH OF A MEMORY’S BRUSH
MY MOOD SWINGS AND I FEEL THE RUSH
MY MOOD SWINGS, AND IT SWINGS AND IT SWINGS
SOMETIMES EVEN WITHOUT ASKING ME
SUDDENLY REMINDING ME OF DEEP DOWN THINGS
THE WAY MY MOTHER WOULD SING OVER MY FATHER’S MOOD SWINGS
HOW SWIFTLY SHE COULD GO FROM HUMMING
‘JUST THE WAY THE WAY YOU ARE’
TO WHISTLING…‘OH THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW’
THIS IMMENSE LONELINESS FLAPPING IN HER CHEST
LIKE LADY DAY, SHE KNEW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
AND NOW… SO DO I… IT SINGS AND IT SINGS
BECAUSE EACH NIGHT IT HURTS JUST A LITTLE LESS
REMINDING ME MORE AND MORE AND MORE
OF DEEP DOWN THINGS, AND THE WAY MY OWN MOOD SWINGS
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, MY MOOD SWINGS
COME AND GO AS THEY LIKE
REBELLIOUS FICKLE TEENAGERS, UNABLE TO DECIDE
BOY, I SURE WISH THEY’D MAKE UP MY MIND
LYING AWAKE, AFRAID TO MOVE EVEN AN INCH
FROZEN LIKE A CHILD LOST IN A CROWD
TAUGHT TO REMAIN THERE, STONE STILL
BUT I CAN’T, NOT NOW OR AT LEAST NOT UNTIL MY MOOD SWINGS
WILDLY, TWO SHADOWS BOXING IN THE BREEZE
EVEN IN MY DREAMS IF I’M DOWN FOR THE COUNT
WELL IT’S THE STRANGEST THING BECAUSE TRY AS I MIGHT
I STILL CAN’T IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT MY MOOD SWINGS
THIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS, BURIED UNDER MOON AND STARS
OLDER THAN BOTH SPACE AND TIME
BEFORE FIRE WAS DISCOVERED AND THE OLD SANDS COVERED
THESE DESERT WINDS REVEAL
THIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS … WAS REALTHIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS, BURIED UNDER MOON AND STARS
ONCE HELD IN THESE HANDS OF MINE, BEAUTIFUL, SACRED AND SO ALIVE
LONG BEFORE THE EARTH WAS COOL
BEFORE HUMAN BEINGS GREW OLD AND CRUEL
AND LIFE BECAME… SO OVERWHELMINGLONG BEFORE THEY DREW A BREATH, YOU AND I HAD NO END
LONG BEFORE THEY CAME TO DIG, I WAS ON MY KNEES TO LIFT
YOUR FRAGILE BONES HELD IN MY HAND WOULD SHATTER IN ANY OTHER MAN’S
COVERED BY THE SANDS OF TIME
A GOLDEN AGE WHEN YOU… WERE MINETHIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS, BURIED UNDER MOON AND STARS
NOT EVEN THE FADED RUINS SAY HOW LONG HERE YOU AND I BOTH LAY
EVEN THE WIND, THE SUN AND THE SAND CAN’T RECALL A TIME BEFORE
THIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS… BEGANTHIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS, BURIED UNDER MOON AND STARS
BEYOND ALL SPACE AND TIME, BEAUTIFUL, SACRED AND SO ALIVE
THESE HOWLING DESERT WINDS REVEAL
THIS ANCIENT LOVE OF OURS… WAS REALYOUR HAMMER… AND MY HEART WERE NEVER FOUND FAR APART
RIGHT FROM THE START WE WERE TWO BALLERINAS
BOUND TOGETHER LIKE QUARKS
YOUR HAMMER…. AND MY HEART
AND LIKE THE DIRECTOR YOU ARE YOU GAVE ME MY FIRST BIG BREAK
WHEN YOU GAVE ME MY FIRST TRAGIC PART
CLOSE TO THE END WHERE THE PLOT TWISTS
AND YOUR HAMMER MEETS MY HEART
YOUR HAMMER… AND MY HEART WE’RE NEVER FOUND FAR APART
RIGHT FROM THE START OF YOU AND I
IT WAS LIKE KEEPING KITTENS APART
YOUR HAMMER…. AND MY HEART
FROM THE MOMENT WE FELL IN LOVE WE JUST COULDN’T SEEM TO STOP
AND WHEN THE WALTZ BEGAN AND THE TEARS RAN
SPARKS FLEW BETWEEN YOUR HAMMER… AND MY HEART
YOUR HAMMER… AND MY HEART WERE NEVER FOUND FAR APART
RIGHT FROM THE START IT FELT SCRIBBLED IN THE STARS
BEFORE THE TEARS RAN AND THE KISSES… TURNED TO SCARS
FROM THE VERY MOMENT IT STARTED WE JUST COULDN’T MAKE IT STOP
BUT AFTER ALL WAS SAID AND DONE
IT WAS A LOVE AFFAIR TO END ALLL LOVE AFFAIRS
YOUR HAMMER… AND MY HEART
PATTERNS…IN THE WORDS WE SAY
I SEE… PATTERNS
AND HOW THE SUNLIGHT SCATTERS AND WHAT THE RADIO PLAYS
PATTERNS… IN A WORLD OF GRAY N’ BLIND CIRCUMSTANCE
THE MORE I LOOK I SEE… PATTERNS
EVEN IN THE WAY IAN CURTIS DANCED
AND WHEN THEY GET TO THE END, THEY BEGIN AGAIN
BUT THIS IS NOT THE END
ALL THESE PATTERNS WITHIN MORE PATTERNS
HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT, YEAR AFTER YEAR
ON MY WINDOW, FROST FLOWERS APPEARLIKE WHEN MY EYES ARE BLIND, BUT MY HEART STILL SEES
I’M STARING AT SCARS THAT NO ONE ELSE BELIEVES
AND HOW SOMETHING HIDDEN CAN GROW SUDDENLY SO CLEAR
THE WAY A PROMISE BREAKS AND OUTTA NOWHERE ANOTHER APPEARS
PATTERNS… IN THE GAMES WE PLAY
I SEE… PATTERNS
THE WAY A BROKEN HEART SHATTERS AND JACKSON POLLOCK PAINTS
PATTERNS… IN A WORLD OF STRAYS AND LONELINESS
WHERE YOUNG PEOPLE CRY AND OLD PEOPLE KISS
I STILL SEE… PATTERNS
EVEN WHERE THEY DON’T EXISTAND WHEN WE GET TO THE END, WE’LL BEGIN AGAIN
AH BUT THIS IS NOT THE END
ALL OUR PATTERNS HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT, YEAR AFTER YEAR
THINNER THAN SLICED SHADOWS
AND VANISHING, FASTER THAN IRISH SUNSHINEPATTERNS… IN THE GAMES WE PLAY
I SEE… PATTERNS
THE WAY A BROKEN HEART SHATTERS AND JACKSON POLLOCK PAINTS
PATTERNS… IN A WORLD OF STRAYS AND LONELINESS
WHERE YOUNG PEOPLE CRY AND OLD PEOPLE KISS
I STILL SEE… PATTERNS
EVEN WHERE THEY DON’T EXISTI'VE BEEN A BIRD OF NO ADDRESS EVER SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT
BEEN SO LONG I COULD ALMOST FORGIVE …BUT NOT YET
THE AIR BURNED WITH CIGARETTES YOUR VOICE TURNED INSIDE MY HEAD
FORGOTTEN SONGS ON AN OLD CASSETTE… WELL C'MONI FLEW THE SKIES FOR DAYS ON END AS FARAWAY AS I COULD GET
LOST AMONG THE CLOUDS OF LONELINESS AND REGRET
I LOOKED DOWN AND CAUGHT MY BREATH AS SHADOWS TURNED TO SILHOUETTES
A MILLION OTHER BIRDS WITHOUT AND ADDRESS… C'MON
I’VE BEEN A BIRD OF NO ADDRESS EVER SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT
BEEN SO LONG I WANNA FORGET… BUT NOT YET
AND IN A WORLD OF NO REGRETS WHERE OUR FEATHERS TURN TO FLESH
I SEE NO REASON TO COME DOWN YET
HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE. HELP ME NOW I’M BEGINNING TO FADE
I’VE LOST SOMEONE THAT I CAN’T REPLACE
HAIL MARY FULL OF GRACE I GET THE FEELING I CAN’T BE SAVED
WOULD YOU COME DOWN TO SUCH A PLACE? WELL C’MONA HOMECOMING TO FORGET HANDS TURN TO BAYONETS
DRINKS FOR ALL MY IMAGINARY FRIENDS… C’MON
I’VE BEEN A BIRD OF NO ADDRESS EVER SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT
BEEN SO LONG I WANNA FORGET… BUT NOT YET
AND IN A WORLD OF NO REGRETS WHERE OUR FEATHERS TURN TO FLESH
I SEE NO REASON TO COME DOWN YETFROM NOW ON I'LL FLY ON
I HAD A DREAM WE WERE BORN HORSES
AND NOT HUMAN BEINGS
WITH MORE TIME TO RUN
AND LESS TIME… FOR THINGSLIT BY THE LIGHTNING, BAREFOOT AND WILD
SIDE BY SIDE AGAINST THE NIGHT,
AGAINST THE WIND AND HORIZON
WHILE OUR MANES TURN FROM GOLDEN… TO WHITEI DREAMED WE WERE BORN HORSES
WAITING FOR WINGS
BUT WITH MORE SKY INSIDE US
THAN MOST HUMAN BEINGSBIGGER THAN OUR BODIES, WEIGHTLESS IN OUR MINDS
MADE OF WHATEVER IT IS IN HORSES… THAT RUNS
AND WHATEVER IT IS IN BIRDS… THAT FLIES
I HAD THIS DREAM WE WERE BORN HORSES
WHO CHOSE HUMAN THINGS
LIKE STREETLIGHTS FOR STARS
AND PLAINS OF CONCRETE
I DREAMED WE WERE BORN HORSES
FLOATING AWAY FROM THE PRESENT
LIKE TWO ‘LET GO’ BALLOONS
AND NO ONE COULD CATCH US AND NO ONE COULD BREAK US
AND NO ONE COULD OWN US AND NO ONE COULD TAME US
AND NO ONE COULD TAME ME
NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE
NO ONE… BUT YOU II DREAMED WE WERE BORN HORSES
SOMETIMES, WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING AGAINWAVE AFTER WAVE OF NAMES, FACES, PETS AND PLACES
DEEP DOWN THINGS HALF A WORLD AWAY
BUT CLOSER THAN THEY SEEM
ON THE NIGHT SEA… OF MEMORYSOME CLEAR, SOME FADE, BEAUTIFUL, BUT STRANGE
AND SOMETIMES WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES YOU’RE THERE, BUT BLURRED
LIKE A LANDSCAPE FROM A TRAIN
YOUR FACE AS GREAT AS INDIA ONCE WAS
YOUR GAZE, REACHING ME SLOWLY NOW
LIKE A BANK OF CLOUDS THAT COULD ONLY HAVE COME
FROM FAR, FAR AWAYSOMETIMES, WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING
EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING AGAINAND SOMETIMES, WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
EVERYONE I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING AGAINDRIFTING... THE WAY ALL DRIFTERS DRIFT
THUMBS OUT, EYES OPEN, SCANNING THE HORIZON
SPIRITS MOVING SLOW ENOUGH TO BE SEEN
ON THE NIGHT SEA… OF MEMORYOLD FRIENDS, TWIN FLAMES
WINDBLOWN SCRIBBLES OF LIGHT NEVER CLOSER TO ME THAN NOW
BUT BLURRED LIKE MORNING ON THE SEINE
THEIR FACES, REACHING ME SLOWLY NOW
LIKE A BANK OF CLOUDS THAT COULD ONLY HAVE COME
FROM FAR, FAR AWAYSOMETIMES, WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
EVERYONE I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING
EVERYONE I THOUGHT I HAD LOST, ONE BY ONE, I KEEP FINDING AGAINTHERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD IN ME
EVEN BEFORE I COULD SPEAK
CAGED IN MY RIBS, CAREFULLY HID
SINGING ABOUT THINGS THAT AREN’T RIGHT IN THE WORLD
DAY AND NIGHT, NIGHT AND DAY
PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY TO ME, THEY ALWAYS SAY
“HEY, WHAT’S YOUR BIRDS’ NAME?”
AND I SAY… YOU AND I
YOU AND I
CAGED IN MY RIBS
IT’S ALWAYS BEEN THERE, CAREFULLY HID
THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD IN ME
WHO DOESN’T HAVE A TREE, WHO DOESN’T SLEEP
WHO ONLY SINGS WHEN IT HURTS
AND IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT… IN METHERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD IN ME
EVEN BEFORE I COULD SPEAK
CAGED IN MY RIBS, THAT’S JUST WHERE IT LIVES
SINGING ABOUT THINGS THAT AREN’T RIGHT IN THE WORLD
AND WRONG IN ME, DAY AND NIGHT, NIGHT AND DAY
DOESN’T HAVE A TREE, DOESN’T SLEEP
NEVER MAKES A PEEP EXCEPT TO SAY “ HEY… IT’S ME”
WHO ONLY FLIES HIGH WHERE IT CAN’T BE SEEN
WHO ONLY LANDS WHERE IT HURTS
AND IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO LAND… IN ME
WHO ONLY KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU AND I MEAN TO ME
EVEN BEFORE I COULD SPEAK
THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD IN ME
SINGING ABOUT THINGS THAT AREN’T RIGHT IN THE WORLD
DAY AND NIGHT, NIGHT AND DAYTHERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD
WHO DOESN’T HAVE A TREE, DOESN’T SLEEP
WHO ONLY SINGS WHEN IT HURTS
AND IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT
IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT
IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT… IN METHERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD IN ME
EVEN BEFORE I COULD SPEAK
CAGED IN MY RIBS, CAREFULLY HID
THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD
THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD
THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD… IN ME