Walking home on a foggy night. Walking home alone. Wishing there was power in my fingertips. To burn through this solid stone. How the hell am I supposed to know what mood you're in.
I stared at the mountain, the mountain stared at me. I couldn't hold its gaze, I couldn't bare what I might see. Tell Mary I never chose to come but all too late.
(Sullivan). Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Splashing through the water on the motorway. The headlights shine in every drop of rain. And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour.
The roll of distant thunder breaks. The afternoon of silence wakes. They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance. In fury blind I drive at night.
We went into town on the tuesday night. Searching all the places that you hang about. We're looking for you. In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs..
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls. In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honoring every call. So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side.
Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets. Teenage battles; six arrested. Mutters in the council chambers, something must be done. Before our city streets become infested.
you saved my life from this... While kings are in their counting houses. people just wait here in silent rows. they spat and they jeered in a last. desperate fear as they watched us go.
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set. Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright. We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours.
Like a desert, so smooth. So calm, like velvet. Like wire, so taut. So stretched, like steel. The surface is rippling. And straining and cracking. From within.
Down comes Moses with the Ten Commandments. Hewn on a tablet, just the bitterest pill. Breaks up the party in the valley below. Says obey my orders and you're doing God's will.
The caravan flipped over two, three times. Went spinning down the carriageway. Breaking up into splinters. Wheels turning around in the dust at the foot of the hill.
Coming in at night all the desert highways. Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios. Everyone talking, no-one listening. Well by now I should expect that.
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done. But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone. Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes.
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done. But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone. Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes.
When it comes down, we know we're alone. you could scream and nobody would hear. Today my face in the glass is a stranger's. furrowed with the lines of fear.
The natives are restless tonight, sir. Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight. They need some kind of distraction. We can give them that. 'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for.
Hey there Matthew Hopkins, are you listening to us - we're still here. Boodstone, Tiger's Eye, whet the hell - we're still here. The dreaming Earth's moving in your sleep - it's all real.