All this pain closing in. pressure from every side has got me running. Advice comes to cloud my plight and opinions breed my confusion. I will admit I haven't been this scared in so long.
Underground,. They want us to go underground.. Underground,. They want us to go underground.. You've got the right,. You've got the right to say what you think.
I've let tomorrow be a good excuse for. not changing today. looking over our lists of to-do's routines have gotten in the way. day in, day out it becomes the same.
Have you ever made a sign. Could you be a friend of mine?. Could I place my trust in you. Would you see my point of view?. Take from me what you have to.
Living in the shadow of darkness. And wondering why. Knowing that there but for fortune. Go you and I. . Temptation has turned you. And twisted the knife.
Are you happy with the way you're living?. Alone in the dark. Turned your back on the ones who waited for you. While you had gone awry. Always chasing the one who won't ever run you dry.
Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through?. Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?". So steal away..
B. Feldman Co., Ltd./ Glenwood Music. I've got to rearrange my life,. I've got to rearrange my world.. I miss you, I need you.. . I've got to keep my memories aside,.
One last time. And then we will make the choice to. Change our ways. . Man's greatest excuse has gotten hold of us. It eats away at decisions and promises we made.
The river flows so new and clear,. But nuclear bombs are something I can't trust.. Heaven's stars look so peaceful,. But men are still fighting men all around us..
Throw down the sword the fight is done and over. Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle. And turn my weary eyes for home. . There were times when.
For all our shattered hopes and trying times,. Anchor's weight on inspired lives.. Deadbolts on doors lock away our. peace of mind.. So few, so few moments of freedom,.
Keep the wheels turning. On this lonely road. A slave of mother nature. I've got to get back home. Such a grey coloured nightmare. Of what used to be so good.
We are the generation lost. Buried below your reasons. We are the fractured frame. Evidence of your false foundations. Seasons change, but we don't change a thing.
Hollowed out, empty, we've watched months erase the. Memories of years. It's not tradition, not meaningless ideals. It's a fire, fire, that draws us near.
Wishbone Ash. Smoke Without Fire. The Way Of The World. Keep the wheels turning. On this lonely road. A slave of mother nature. I've got to get back home.
No, this has gone far enough. When mouths run fast, fists attack, walls may crash but we're not. We're not moving. . These nights mean too much to let them fall without a fight.
The grey mist ushers in the day.. A beggar walks along the king's highway.. Where does he come from? who can tell?. They can't escape the gaze they know so well..
Times flies and it's flown away with me this time. All my good intentions taken out by my absent mind. Apologies are far too small when in them arrogance stands tall.