I'm just one of many Gave a love in vain Sold it out for pennies Saved up all my reign What d'you want from me? The ocean or the sea ? Salt inside the
I slept by the mountain Of rivers we crossed I dreamt of the fountain And the coin that we tossed Now I?m just counting The dreams that were lost One
Let's go and take a starlit drive To where the shaping of our lives Had just begun when we were young When everything was coming right In our dreams of
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
What goes up Must come down What's been lost Can't be found So feel my pulse There's somthing there You feel my pulse I'm sick with it Sick with it
How can you pretend When there's so much at stake? That it's a different world And your hands don't shake? At the end of the room And the foot of the
If they're watching my film Analyzing me Rusty junker squawker Shaking up it say If we should pull, the plugs out Out of our history And all of history
Partly politic heads will roll Mostly politic God must call Till the winning hand Does belong to me What if no one's calling God then must be falling
Lost your reason Lost your game plan Sit you down I'll set the scene man Brilliant ___________ Bronze bohemians Thought they were A football team man
Where are you now We're over here We've got those empty pockets And we can't afford the beer Smoking holes and we've got only dreams And we're so damn
Hide and seek, cloak and find All the colors in your mind Tied together, Sunday's clown Traced and feathered, laced and bound It's you now, yeah Everybody
Bells high on a hill, history chimes And you want a new beginning Tell me, in Biro or quill, your purpose and mine Prove that our world is spinning So
Try to ride it Try to hide it Deep inside it ______________ Try to love it Try to hate it Try to touch it But you can't feel Hit by something Hit
A single rose The curtains close A stranger's clothes Were all I found The great unknown The tightrope show A world below Don't look down Don't look down
Is your mind made up or willing To be changed or to stay true Are you primed to make the killing Or too scared to follow through When all the blood is
I've been laying down the flowers I've been waiting in the sun I've been counting down the hours One by one One by one I've been catching my reflection
I'm gonna lift you up I'm gonna lie you down I'm gonna be the king of kings You're gonna rise above All of the other stuff You'll be the queen of everything
You said "Something will change" We were all dressed up Somewhere to go, no sign of rain But something will change, you promised You said "Nothing will