Instrumental
She looked at me across the room Emerging from a silk cocoon Along beneath venetian chandeliers Against the moon her body rocks Her eyes were cunning
There is a place, a time and a space Just no one can trace, that non one can trace. Somewhere a hill, where things are still rain water spill, just
Bitches Crystal Knows how you Twist all the lines Fortune Teller Future Seller Of time Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die
I was walking on this station I could see somebody lying on a chair I went over to him I said, hey man, what are you doing there And have you got a smoke
Everyday I see a new cloud coming There's one more hole in space Everytime I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn
Miles away The light in the distance looks miles away Tired of resistance and turned away Going back to the Holy land Last night your anger was born
C'est la vie Have your leaves all turned to brown Will you scatter them around you C'est la vie Do you love And then how am I to know If you don't let
Brain Salad Surgery It will murder you, it murdered me We made it for our enemy Brain Salad Surgery We've got a ballad About a salad brain With assurgence
A missed step by the river's edge A chosen word, but it took too long Your last chance is all he said You won't miss it, till it's gone A ghost in the
It was a cold night in December The snow lay on the ground She was coming home from school one night From the other side of town It was getting late,
I am closer to believing Than I ever was before On the crest of this elation Must I crash upon the shore And with the driftwood of acquaintance Light
In this our life on Earth Another dawn we face Is this the moment of truth For the whole human race Is that the last man down Is that the last life laid