Siouxsie And The Banshees - 92º

The day drags by like a wounded animal

The approaching disease, 92 degrees

The blood in our veins and the brains in our head

The approaching unease, 92 degrees

Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too

But too late for the loved ones and nearly for you...

Shaky lines - on the horizon

Snaky thoughts - invade each person

Watch the red line - creeping upwards

Watch the sanity line weaken

The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean

Bubble under, these crazed eruptions

It wriggles and writhes and bites within,

Just below the sweating skin

I wondered when this would happen again

Now I watch the red line, reach that number again

The blood in our veins and the brains in our head...

Drink the water with jagged glass

Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth

Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees

Shaky lines - on the horizon

Snaky thoughts - invade each person

Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees

Siouxsie And The Banshees - This Unrest

This unrest beats out my breath
Disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess
This unrest crucifies my chest
Without anaesthetic it cuts
Through tumorous flesh

This unrest beats out my breath...
This unrest beats in my chest
Discordant limbs watch unimpressed
At the aimless walk the mindless talk
The pictures leap out and dance for me
They laugh at me

As your bitterness closes in
You're feeling very old again
Ah just to sleep, without these thoughts
But the angels shout, resurrecting doubts

Ah we meet again, my trusty friend
Demanding new favours for old time's sake
Inside this captive frame
Come and claim your liberty

Metal and flesh will fuse today
These visions jump out and blast my days
Clean away...

Siouxsie And The Banshees - The Sweetest Chill

Hearing you in my sleep
Feeling you, your cadence seeps
Whispering in flashback
The specters of your memories
Fall in glistening showers

Such a tender descent
Intones this haunting lament

The sweetest chill

Fearing you but calling your name
Icy breath encases my skin
Fingers like a fountain of needles
Shiver along my spine
And rain down so divine

The sweetest chill
The sweetest chill

A drowning so sublime
Spins in a heavenly climb

Calling you, tears thaw my sleep
Wanting you, this hoary web is weaved
From this strange confusion
Grows a perverse communication
It enthralls me and coils me around

The sweetest chill
The sweetest chill
The sweetest chill

Enchantment ebbs and whirls
The sweetest chill
Enchantment ebbs and whirls
The thrill, the sweetest chill

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Cities In Dust

Water was running, children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?

But oh your city lies in dust, my friend

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

But oh your city lies in dust, my friend

Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes...

And your city lies in dust