Possession — Unreleased from Bloodflowers recording sessions
The other one feeds on my hesitation
Grows inside with my trepidation
Buries his claws in my dislocation
Whispering me to lose control
I take a step and over my shoulder
His raw white eyes shine wilder and bolder
His sore white thighs press closer and colder
Murmuring me to let him go
To let him go…
The other one thrives on my desperation
Fills me up with my toxication
Sinks his teeth in my deviation
Softening me to lose control
I hold my mouth but taste his breath
The hissing greedy awful scent
That snakes itself inside my head
Sickening me to let him go
To let him go…
I take a step and over my shoulder
His pain wide eyes shine wilder and bolder
And stain white thighs press closer and colder
Murdering me to let him go
I try to resist the bruise soft kiss
I twist to deny the blood hard bliss
But I always feel myself becoming his…
And the last thing I remember
“It isn’t me…It isn’t me…It isn’t me… ”
But then it never is
Spilt Milk — Unreleased from Bloodflowers recording sessions
I don’t think I ever know if I ever really want it
Could be why I’m never sure if I ever really got it
And I guess it’s maybe easier not to think too much about it…
A house a car a family and friends
Yeah, all it means to justify the ends
But sometimes…I wonder…In the back of my mind
Sometimes…I wonder…If I’m wasting all my time
Sometimes…I wonder…If I’m putting off my real life…
What I could’ve done
Where I could’ve been
When I should’ve gone
Why I should’ve seen
Who I would’ve loved
How I would’ve dreamed
And if it’s always
Always too late…
I don’t think I ever know that I ever really need it
Could be why I’m never sure that I ever really feel it
And I think it’s maybe easier to guess I really mean it…
A house! A car! A family and friends!
Yeah all it means to justify the ends
But sometimes…I wonder…
A girl! A smile! A holiday and sex!
Yeah all it takes to make sense of the rest
But sometimes…I wonder…In the back of my mind
Sometimes…I wonder…If I’m killing all my time
Sometimes…I wonder…If I’m giving up my real life…
What I could’ve done
Where I could’ve been
When I should’ve gone
Why I should’ve seen
Who I would’ve loved
How I would’ve dreamed
And if it’s always
Always too late…
And every day that I let slide
Is one day more I never try
To break the world
To make my fate
And with every day that I let go
It’s one day less I ever know
If it’s always
Always too late…
Ching Chang Chong — Unreleased from Bloodflowers recording sessions
Think of a number
Between 1 and 3
That’s the kind of stupid choice
You’re giving me
I’ll go and think of any number
Between 1 and 3
And if I don’t want 2
You don’t get me
If I don’t want 2
You don’t get me
Yeah, yesterday you said
You had yesterday for sure
And tomorrow when the sun shines
Tomorrow is all yours
But just this once
Give me what I really want
Give me a choice
And give me now
Not tomorrow not when
Give me now now now
Not yesterday not then
I want now now now
Not never not forever
I want now
So go and think of a letter
Between T and V
Yeah, that’s the kind of idiot choice
You’re giving me
I’ll go and think of any letter
Between T and V
And if I don’t want U
You don’t get me
And if I don’t want U
You don’t get me
Don’t get me
And if I don’t want U
You don’t get me
And if I don’t want U
You don’t get me
Yeah yesterday you said
You had yesterday for sure
And tomorrow when the sun shines
Tomorrow is all yours
But just this once
Give me what I really want
Give me a choice
And give me now
Not tomorrow not when
I want now now now
Not yesterday not then
Give me now now now
Not never not forever
I want now
So scissors, paper, stone
We can play it any way you want
Paris, London, Rome
Or in your bedroom back at home
Yeah, scissors, paper, stone
Everything on one last day
Here we go
Ching chang chong
Yesterday’s Gone — Collaboration with Reeves Gabrels on his Ulysses album
Something I heard
Or maybe something I read
It’s like yesterday’s over
Something I did
Or something I said
Like yesterday’s done
Something I felt
Or maybe something I thought
Like yesterday’s over
Something I took
Something I sought
Like yesterday’s gone
You used to dream
You used to fly
You used to be
My reason why
Used to be me
Useless to try
You used to dream
Something you heard
Or maybe something you read
Is like yesterday’s over
Something you did
Something you said
It’s like yesterday’s done
Something you felt
Or maybe something you touched
Like yesterday’s over
Something you thought
Something you love
Like yesterday’s gone
And yesterday’s gone
I used to dream
I used to fly
I used to be
Your reason why
Used to be you
Now it’s useless to try
I used to dream
You used to fly
You used to fly
I used to dream
You used to fly
I used to dream
You used to fly
I used to dream
You used to fly
I used to dream
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