I got lost along the way. I needed time and my own space. I wish I could erase. All these victims on the street. We lost the passion in inner peace. Lets break up this fight.
Time. Time it ticks on by. Signposts through our life. Sends us up on high. And down again. . Dreams. Dreams are all I know. Dreams, they come, they go.
Floating over. High up above. So far, so good. Twenty thousand. Leagues down below. So far, so good. . Day by day, calling out. Calling out to you. Day by day, calling out.
Is it a war zone?. Is it a freak show?. Is it a terror dome?. Is it a radio?. . Is it a firewall?. Is it a death toll?. Is it an atom bomb?. Is it a tombstone?.
They'll be hiding in the shadows. They'll be hiding in the dark of the night. They'll be hiding 'til tomorrow. They'll be hiding 'til the timing is right.
Stars in the sky, they will guide you back home. Float as the night forms a path of its own. Follow the lights, they will guide you back home. . Path to discovery.
I've lived nine lives, I've lived them well. I've carved my crash course straight through hell. I've broken bones, I've had my spills. It fuels my cyclone heart so.
Bones, dead and gone. But you, wont let them fall by the way. . Ghosts, floated on. Still you, wont let them vanish away. . Cemeteries. You're digging up your enemies.
Floating to the edge of the world. Floating to the edge of the sea. Floating off the edge of the ocean. Out into the galaxy. . Floating to the edge of the world.
The city, the hustle. The workers, the muscle. The martyrs, the monkeys. The data, the junkies. . The wounded, the tortured. The fallen, the slaughtered.
Waiting for the moon to rise again. Across the darkened sky. Stars, they will shine again. They're shining above you. . Satellite dreams come raining down.
Hideaway. Find a way. To hide away. Turn the page. Or fade away. . All we need. Finally. Will come to me. Dawn will rise. Eventually. . Oh, sun. Shines its light.
The planet has a secret. They've known this all the while. They're drinking all the water. It's 45 & Rising.. . It's 45 & Rising.. It's 45 & Rising.. It's 45 & Rising..
Don't lie and say that it's OK.. It's alright if there's nothing more to say.. So I'm running away.. I'm leaving this place.. Yeah, I'm running away..
I came in three days early. To meet my boat. It ain't the life of Riley. But it's keeping me afloat. It's quiet over Christmas. If you got no place to go.
They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it. . They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand.
Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung. Falls to the ground at the feet of the old and the young. Tired and worn from a life made of wallow and pain.
Oh, it must be over there, see. In the tall weeds with his head leaned. By an anthill, by some water. With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler. . But I'm not too sure.