Jack Singer Lyrics - Deacon Blue

You come 

Awake 

And lie in a bed 

Of fevered state 

You rise 

Again 

And open a curtain 

To find only night 

Coming in 

The dream 

Comes back 

Your up on the stage now 

Slumped collapsed 

Everything is blurred 

The people come 

They come at you all at once 

The man at the front says all he wants is Jack Singer 

I`m so sorry 

For what I`ve done 

Against all forecasts 

I`ve been the one 

Who turned the world round 

And made it pass 

Through hell`s own corner 

God we made it at last 

I`m here 

Tonight 

Up on the stage now 

Doing my thing 

And that`s all 

The worst 

Thing ever 

Is to sing to the Gods 

And discover nothing coming back 

That`s all there is there