One man standing on the plains of Abraham Watching a damaged sunrise One man standing near the edge of a quiet Breakdown
I watch the sea It helps to anchor me I watch the sea It helps to anchor me
Once you start hiding, you keep on hiding 'Til your paranoia calms down Once you start watching, you keep on watching 'Til you're tied up and you're spell-bound
Just between the ice ages, anyway I want to talk, but I haven't got too much to say I don't mean to be so nihilistic Forgive me if I seem to be too realistic
Once you start running, you keep on running 'Til your muscles start to break down Once you start falling, you keep on falling 'Til you hit the cold, cold ground
I watch TV What do you want from me? I watch TV What do you want from me?
Just between the ice ages, anyway I want to talk, I haven't got enough to say I don't mean to be so nihilistic Forgive me if I seem to be too realistic
Once you start hiding, you keep on hiding 'Til you feel you're safe and sound Once you start watching, you keep on watching 'Til you're tied up and you're spell-bound
I watch the sea It helps to anchor me I watch the sea I saw it on TV
Nothing blooms in a loveless room You've got to want it, you've got to want it Who's the fool where apathy rules You've got to want it, you've got to want it
If you don't want it, it remains the same It's a heart of darkness that wants to play that game If there's no defiance it remains insane If it's all compliance, it's a runaway train
Nothing so cruel where malevolence rules You've got to want it, you've got to want it There is no defense against pointed arrogance You've got to want it, you've got to want it
If you don't want it, it remains the same It's a heart of darkness that wants to play that game It can be surprising when you lose the shame And the sun starts rising, another day to tame
If you're heart is aching, just remove the shame You've got to want it, give your soul a shaking And refuse the blame, you've got to want it Who's the fool, where apathy rules? You've got to want it, you've got to want it
If you don't want it, it remains the same It's a heart of darkness, that wants to play that game If there's no defiance it remains insane If it's all compliance, it's a runaway train It's a runaway train
Where the air's not clean Where the water's glowing green Where the dogs are mean
I'm moving to Bohemia Taking you along Say goodbye to suburbia You don't have to cut the lawn
I had a dream of a different place I had a dream that you had a different face I heard a scream of a desperate kind I've got a feeling that you're gonna love what you'll find
Where we're on TV Where the money grows on trees Where the beer is free
I'm moving to Bohemia Taking you along Say goodbye to Utopia We'll wave before we're gone
I had a dream of a different place I had a dream that you had a different face I hear the beat of an anxious heart I feel the heat, it's time for us to start, time for us to start
I'm moving to Bohemia Where the literature's obscene Bathing in Euphoria Where the naked truth is on the screen
I had a dream of a different place I had a dream that you had a different face I hear the beat of an anxious heart I feel the heat, it's time for us to start
I heard a scream of a desperate kind I've got a feeling that you're gonna love what you'll find You're gonna love what you'll find
A hundred thousand years A hundred thousand miles of track A hundred thousand tears A hundred thousand souls you can't give back
When the dark subsides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now
Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Face to face Eloquent story of what could have been
A hundred thousand dreams A hundred thousand beams of light A hundred thousand seams Gods in the Heaven can't get it right
When the dark subsides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and integrity falls shy On the fault line between then and now
Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Place to place Elegant story of what could have been
When the truth hides and integrity falls shy On the fault line between then and now When the truth hides and eternity goes by On the fault line between then and now
Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Face to face Eloquent story of what could have been
Grace to grace Immaculate vision of what should have been Grace to grace, grace to grace , grace to grace
Grace to grace, grace to grace Grace to grace, grace to grace
Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers - Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted; it's really just a question of your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity
Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback, on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price - almost free
The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat
Sometimes I freeze...until the light comes Sometimes I fly...into the night Sometimes I fight...against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong...sometimes I'm right
Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero
The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight
I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright
Sometimes we freeze...until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong...and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight...against the darkness Sometimes we fly...into the night
Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero
Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored Sometimes the fortress is too strong Or the love is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and angry sword Our better natures seek elevation A refuge for the coming night No one gets to their heaven without a fight We hold beliefs as a consolation A way to take us out of ourselves Meditation or medication A comfort ,or a promised reward Sometimes the spirit is too strong Or the flesh is too weak Sometimes the need is just too great For the solace we seek The suit of shining armor Becomes a keen and bloody sword A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fightConfused alarms of struggle and flight Blood is drained of color By the flashes of artillery light No one gets to their heaven without a fight The battle flags are flown At the feet of a god unknown No one gets to their heaven without a fight.. Sometimes the damage is too great Or the will is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and burning sword No one gets to their heaven without a fight A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fight No one gets to their heaven without a fight..
If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates? Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron gates Why such different fortunes and fates? Some are blessed and some are cursed Some live behind iron gates While others only see only the worst Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth The golden one or scarred from birth Some things can never be changed Such a lot of pain on this earth It's somehow so badly arranged Some things can never be changed Some reasons will never come clear It's somehow so badly arranged If we're so much the same like I always hear Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth Such a lot of pain Such a lot of pain Such a lot of pain on the earth
As the waves crash in On the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east Wave tops torn into flying spindrift
As the waves crash in On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy The spray that's torn away Is an image of the way I feel
What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way?
As sun goes down On the western shore The wind blows hard from the east It whips the sand into a flying spindrift As the sun goes down On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds Who cares what a fool believes
What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way? Words that fly against the wind and waves
(A little closer to you) Where is the wave that will carry me A little closer to you?
What am I suppose to do? Where are the words that will make you see What I beleive is true?
