Pages were written turn yellow the age of the rhyme. sadly confused by us with the passing of time. oh no I tell you no lie no madman am I. give me another chance and another way.
Friday night is almost over. Not a word has passed between. And before I get much older. . I know if I could live forever. Nothing would change to better.
They are the victims of the night. Ride against the wind born to lose the fight. They fill the doorways they come far. Holding what they bring details on a card.
Holy rider takes to the air. Holy rider please beware. Carry the news with care. . Holy rider it's time to start. Holy rider brave in the dark. Though we are just a spark.
These long nights as winter comes down. There's fog at the door, you're not around. There's silence, ooh, day after day. The thought of it all slipping away.
What you gonna do on your own. Even wonder should you ever go home. Here come those feelings cant be right. You think nobodys gonna miss you tonight. .
I looked the lights, as it faded fast (darker). Where am I going, no one tells me. A journey far beyond my dreams (harder). Everyone knowing no one can see.
Listen to me. Liberty denied. Searching into the deep. Looking far and wide. Endless talking. Nothing much to hide. No sense asking the way. No one on your side.
The secret torn from a temple of stone. Still living in memory grey and so cold. Beneath the veil of the mystery lies. Dark promises telling all none can withhold.
You're a believer of the wayward call. Heavens above what comes with that. No crystal gazing on an empty shore. Don't dip your eyes, don't turn your back.
Up every day. Took my clothes off the chair. Poured out a drink. From the old Frigidaire. Some magazines. By the fire, never touched. Shiny red step. Always cleaned, always brushed.
It was the day that war broke out. Everyone seemed exited. While young men boasted. And talked of great times. Dark clouds gathered. On the Maginot line.
On narrow streets. Old men lie. In the doorway sleeping. While working girls. Comb their hair. See the young men peeping. . Different worlds. Only a walk across the street.
Pray to the future. Look to the past. Face the accuser. Freeze in our tracks. So many children. Have fallen from grace. The door should be open. No scorn or disgrace.
I'm standing in your doorway. Like I've done a thousand times. I keep waiting for an answer. That don't come. I can get thru anything. Live thru any storm life can bring.
With every word I hear there's no sympathy. It was destroyed and swept away. It is replaced by something I can't see. To stay forever and always. . I'm going through changes.
New broom had swept. And did collect. A thousand years. From far and near. The time had come. The chosen one. A welcome guest. By children blessed. The door's unlocked.
Now you dont know. Just how I feel. Nothing I hear. Makes it seem real. Id be amazed. If we survive. We dont relate. Being alive. . Take this blood red rose.
Every step I take along the way. Every hour of every single day. Your don't listen to a word I say. I stand patiently waiting here. . You left a message on the nearest wall.
I miss those evenings and the company. The lights go down around this place. The nights are long and go on endlessly. And I forget the human race. But there's one thing that brings me back to Earth.