I saw the writing on the wall. The story of our birth then fall. Within their tombs of holy stone. The scrolls of life, one man alone. So if we try, we can live and learn.
You can take it. If you want it. You can break it. If you need it. . I'll never fight another day. But you can take the flesh not the soul away. They're calling from the lions den.
As I look back. In that last act. Far beyond the call of duty. Did I stay strong?. . Did I give more?. Far beyond the call of duty. And I know, you know... now.
As a child, we played the game. Fought the war, but felt no pain. Arm to arm, we left the skin. Then said the words, remember them. . Oh, never a moments doubt.
Walked the streets at night. Head low. To cross the borderline. That only you know. Then inside your room. You'll show. The man you did not want to be.
Brown suede shoes and corduroys. Greasy hair not out of choice. Trying hard to blend in with the boys. Standing in the corner of the room. He would see her every friday night.
For those that are able. To go underground. Missiles dis-enable. They hit faster then sound. . They're coming and you have no choice. The helpless with one human voice.
You're twisting what I say,. You have me on the floor.. I have to get away,. And move towards the door.. . This is it,. Because I'm on my way.. . Tell me where you're going to now?.
This time, you know just what I'm saying. But you could never give a damn. Or so it seems. . It's a fine line with this game that you're playing. And you could always turn around.
Standing there, I've been watching you. All alone, your face says it all. Desperately I need to talk to you. Can you see me, will you answer my call?.
A perfect day. Or so I say. From where. I'm standing. This roller-coaster ride. Fate will decide. The ending. . Love everlasting. Or lost on the way. The smiles.
In the dead of the night. On the wings of the wind. I hear the ocean bell. With a flash of the light. In the beat of the dark. The sound I know so well.
You know it's not the first time you've been wrong. I wouldn't have even strung you along. If I thought that you could be. Anything but useless to me.
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long. Caught somewhere between a boy and man. She was seventeen and she was far from in-between. It was summertime in Northern Michigan.
Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. . I was once lost. But now am found. Was blind but now I see. . 'Tis Grace that taught.
Some store I'm not going back there any more. Wandered in don't think I'll do that again. No I don't think I'll do that again.. . I swear you look at me cross-eyed.
Chinese food and your sleeping back. We're born-again losers. It's funny. Honey, you know, this is not so bad. . Hanging around, wired for sound. It's funny and sad and it's true.
A high. That's a swell take on this situation. I was trying to rectify. I was trying to skip out on this high. Keep away from the freaks on the fringe.