Bodies FallnornLosing One's Breaks On Lombard StreetnnIn this city that's trapped in fognCollapsing is my heartnAs I cross this wayfaring bridgenAnd get lost on crooked village streetsnWith worndown breaks that shreik like a ghostnA suicidal Mission in this hill kissed townnOn and on and on and on oh what is that soundnbooming underground another lovequakennSo I sieze the moment and do a mourning dance nFor all the artists and the lovers and the misunderstoodnEnded it all in this seaswept mystic townnnFall bodies fall violently from the arches of the golden gatenmy love don't end it all it's not too late nyou'd end it all you'd alter fatenturn your pain into a vision and creatennSometimes I'm like a peninsulanShroud in the dense clouds of disbeliefnSurrounded by such oddball beautynAmid the decrepit and the dark decaynBut I know I'm gonna be oknOn these streets expression is a currencynFor no matter what Doubting Thomas may saynaRT is life and death in a state of emergencynnSo I sieze the moment and do a mourning dance nFor all the artists and the lovers and the misunderstoodnEnded it all in this seaswept mystic townnnFall bodies fall violently from the arches of the golden gatenmy love don't end it all it's not too late nyou'd end it all you'd alter fatenturn your pain into a vision and creatennCopyright 2007