Peter Murphy - Face The Moon

I looked at all the women
Checking out their features
One walked a fine line
While the others drew it
One's lips came close
One finger tripped it
One glistened in the Sun
But none were coming from it

I threw a look
I faced the Moon
Asked the maker
"Where were you?"
I threw a look
Faced the Moon
"Where were you?"

As rivers run
And moonlight shines
I'll catch her in the mirror
And in a our land that time forgot
We will catch them close
One finger tripped it
One glistening the Sun
Then you were coming from it

You threw the look
I faced the Moon
Asked the maker
"Where were you?"
We threw the look
Faced the Moon
Then there was you

As rivers run
And moonlight shines
I'll catch her in the mirror
And in a our land that time forgot
We will catch them close
One finger tripped it
One glistening in the Sun
A new world coming from it

I threw the look
We faced the Moon
Asked the maker
"Where were you?"
We threw the look
I faced the Moon
Where were you?

As rivers run (as rivers run)
And moonlight shines (I'll catch her in the mirror)
I'll catch her in the mirror (and in a our land that time forgot)
And in a our land that time forgot (we will catch them close)
We will catch them close
And glisten (with it) with it

I threw the look
We faced the Moon
Asked the maker
"Where were you?"
We threw the look
I faced the Moon
Where were you?

We threw the look
Faced the Moon
Where were you?

As rivers run
And moonlight shines
I faced the Moon

Peter Murphy - Kiss Myself

Open my eyes
But they're not mine
I'm looking from you
As you
Neither there at the same time

Oh, it's easy to say
In a few smart ways
I am you
And you are me

It's just easy to say
It's just easy to say

And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls

(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)
(Bop bop)
(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)

Head trips to nowhere
Seeing the fire, but not in it
Yes, that joy (yes, that joy)
Love is tapped
Are you afraid of love?
Of being yourself
Forget the silence
Get in the crowd
Don't stand out
Stand in (stand in)

And see yourself
And I'll throw you pearls

And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls
While I kiss myself
And I'll throw you pearls

(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)
(Bop bop)
And I'll throw you pearls
(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)
(Bop bop)
While I kiss myself
(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)
(Bop bop)
And I'll throw you pearls
(Bop bop-bop ba-oo)
While I kiss myself
(Bop bop)

Peter Murphy - The First Stone

My white visions continue
This younger skin's outgrown old ways
Given what I need
I'm listening to how the silent sway

Still there‘ll be poison pens
And that pick of bones
Still a stand to cast
The first stone
Still there‘ll be poison pens
And that pick of old bones
Still a stand to cast
The first stone

Check the day out
The human race is doing time
Locked in some flimsy cage
Made of the stuff of the free will kind

Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone
Hear my heart-smash
My self made throne
Hoping not to cast
That first stone

That first stone

Peter Murphy - Thelma Sings to Little Nell

Fragments spinning in the waves
The sea is dreaming of shining caves
A drop of petal rings the bell
In the corner of heaven
Of my Little Nell

Words from the vine
And essence flow
A teardrop turns in its fall
To a glow
And Thelma sings her sing song show
To the mother that lost her
Before she did grow

Wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety nine
And her wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety nine