Well heaven knows the way things go With ticker tape and radios The good fight was lost long ago And bravery doesn?t live in those Who?re going down And
Silence in the courtyard, silence in the street The powers that be, out by the river, are shuffling their feet But the night is full of car alarms and
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust No, I'm not after crashing
Is that you peeking out from that hat Hide and seeking behind a drink that's gone flat Is that you peeking out from that tree Hide and seeking from everyone
It is spitting like an open fire in a dark alleyway It is sitting on the shoulder of every yesterday It is shining a light in your eyes It is checking
I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid
If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing
I?m pleased to meet you boys, you know it?s been a while Since I have had to fake delight just to raise a smile You?re squeezing hands and squeezing hits
It?s the Icarus wind, it?s blowing in my eyes It?s the Icarus wind, it?s telling me those lies And its heart is like ice and its fingers are long And
If you miss me at the back of the bus, and you can't find me nowhere Come on up to the front of the bus, I'll be ridin' right there I'll be ridin' right
The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn So deal the deck, c?mon Red, c?mon my friend The colour of fire The colour of fury And
Across the room This crowded, lonely room I see you standing bright, you?re on fire Across the sky The busy city sky There?s one star alight It?
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door Well, I thought I told you you couldn?t call round anymore And outside in the street and the
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine
I dreamed I saw you, brother o? mine Riding on Josef?s train With the men of steel down the long, thin line Riding on Josef?s train You close your eyes
Football stickers and paper dolls It all gets buried in the end Rosalea lipstick and midnight calls It all gets buried in the end Blind allegiance and
They're piling bodies up on the plains All of the strangers with so many claims and All that hope served as a warning Now they're falling like dominoes