..... THE CURE LYRICS - TITLES STARTING WITH LETTER O .....

||||| Object |||||

you know you turn me on
eyes so wide and legs so long
but don't try to talk to me
i won't listen to your lies
you're just an object in my eyes

sophisticated smile
you seduce in such fine style
but don't try to fool me
because i can see through your disguise
you're just an object in my eyes

but i don't mind
i just don't care
i've got no objection
to you touching me...

object object
object object

you know just what to do
lick your lips
and i want you
but don't try to hold me
because i don't want any ties
you're just an object in my eyes

but i don't mind
i just don't care
i've got no objections
to you touching me...
you're just an object
object object object
you're just an object

||||| Ocean |||||

i don't think i'm any closer now
than i was at fifteen
i still don't know what i really want
or how i really feel
sometimes i think i've seen too much
sometimes nothing at all
and sometimes i think i just forgot
what i was looking for

but i still need to believe in you
i still need to know you'll never
never give up
i believe in you...
so how can you ever let
my hope turn to despair?
how can you ever stop
telling me you care?

but i still need to believe in you
i still need to know you'll never
never give up
i believe in you...
so how can you ever let
my hope turn to despair?
tell me you believe it too
tell me that you care
how can you ever let
my hope turn to despair?
how can you ever stop
pretending?

||||| Off to Sleep |||||

(instrumental)

||||| One Hundred Years |||||

it doesn't matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time a story on the radio...

something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh a prayer for something better
a prayer for something better
please love me meet my mother...
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow

stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on the television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away...

the pain and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days

caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other after the other...

it feels like a hundred years
one hundred years...

||||| One More Time |||||

i'd love to touch the sky tonight
i'd love to touch the sky
so take me in your arms
and lift me like a child
and hold me up so high
and never let me go
take me
take me in your arms tonight

hold me hold me up so high
and never let me down
hold me hold me up so high
to touch the sky just one more time

take me in your arms tonight
take me in your arms just one more time
just one more time
just one more time

||||| Open |||||

i really don't know what i'm doing here
i really think i should've gone to bed tonight but...
"just one drink
and there're some people to meet you
i think that you'll like them
i have to say we do
and i promise in less than than an hour
we will honestly go...
now why don't i just get you another
while you just say hello..."
yeah just say hello...

so i'm clutching it tight
another glass in my hand
and my mouth and the smiles
moving up as i stand up
too close and too wide
and the smiles are too bright
and i breathe in too deep
and my head's getting light
but the air is getting heavier and it's closer
and i'm starting to sway
and the hands all on my shoulders don't have names
and they won't go away
so here i go
here i go again...

falling into strangers
and it's only just eleven
and i'm staring like a child
until someone slips me heaven
and i take it on my knees
just like a thousand times before
and i get transfixed
that fixed
and i'm just looking at the floor
just looking at the floor
yeah i look at the floor...

and i'm starting to laugh
like an animal in pain
and i've got blood on my hands
and i've got hands in my brain
and the first short retch
leaves me gasping for more
and i stagger over screaming
on my way to the floor
and i'm back on my back
with the lights and the lies in my eyes
and the colour and the music's too loud
and my head's all the wrong size
so here i go
here i go again...

yeah i laugh and i jump
and i sing and i laugh
and i dance and i laugh
and i laugh and i laugh
and i can't seem to think
where this is
who i am
why i'm keeping this going
keep pouring it out
keep pouring it down
keeping it going
keep pouring it down
and the way the rain comes down hard...
that's the way i feel inside...

i can't take it anymore
this it i've become
this is it like i get
when my life's going numb
i just keep moving my mouth
i just keep moving my feet
i say i'm loving you to death
like i'm losing my breath
and all the smiles that i wear
and all the games that i play
and all the drinks that i mix
and i drink until i'm sick
and all the faces i make
and all the shapes that i throw
and all the people i meet
and all the words that i know
makes me sick to the heart
oh i feel so tired...
and the way the rain comes down hard...
that's how i feel inside...

||||| Orgy |||||

a disease is under my fingernails
it stains me like a tattoo
back on the rack
aching with time
your face is familiar
from another crime
and we could swim, we could swim
my little fishes and me
overgrown senses prickle and spark
the flesh is in the palm of my hand
back on the rack
love under will
your face is familiar
from another kill
a tongue explodes into my mouth
a taste of coma and tears
back on the rack
my shape of rage
your face is familiar
from another cage
and we could swim...

||||| Other Voices |||||

whisper your name in an empty room
you brush past my skin
as soft as fur
taking hold
i taste your scent
distant noises
other voices
pounding in my broken head
commit the sin
commit yourself
and all the other voices said
change your mind
you're always wrong

come around at christmas
i really have to see you
smile at me slyly
another festive compromise
but i live with desertion
and eight million people
distant noises
other voices
pulsing in my swinging arms
caress the sound
so many dead
and all the other voices said
change your mind
you're always wrong

||||| Out of Mind |||||

i've been up for days
and i feel like a menagerie
i'm scratching 'til i bleed
and i keep on seeing
imaginary lemurs
in the street
in the middle of the day
but as long as i can breathe
then i know i'll be ok
i'll be alright
i'm out of mind
i'm out of sight
i'm out of sight

i've been up for days
and i feel like a laboratory rat
inside a maze
and i reel in the monotony of
screaming
at the moon
in the middle of the day
but as long as i can see it
then i know i'll be ok
i'll be fine
i'm out of sight
i'm completely out of mind
completely out of mind

ok alright
come and watch me shake tonight
mouth wide
soft and bright
bite my hand and scream
ok alright
come and watch me break tonight
push deep
out of sight
bite my hand and hold on tight...

||||| Out of This World |||||

when we look back at it all as i know we will
you and me, wide eyed
i wonder...
will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?

and i know we have to go
i realize we only get to stay so long
always have to go back to real lives
where we belong
where we belong
where we belong

when we think back to all this and i'm sure we will
me and you, here and now
will we forget the way it really is
why it feels like this and how?

and we always have to go i realize
we always have to say goodbye
always have to go back to real lives
but real lives are the reason why
we want to live another life
we want to feel another time
another time...

yeah another time
to feel another time...

when we look back at it all as i know we will
you and me, wide eyed
i wonder...
will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?

and i know we have to go
i realize we always have to turn away
always have to go back to real lives
but real lives are why we stay
for another dream
another day
for another world
another way
for another way...

one last time before it's over
one last time before the end
one last time before it's time
to go again...

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