I met a Moko man from the other side. The room began to capsize as he was telling me his tales. And all my beliefs and best belongings. were flying useless through the air.
I saw you walking away from the battlefield. Through the clearing smoke to the other side. Lay down your weary head. And gazing up two ocean birds are wheeling, turning.
Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days. there's a world that waits, but it's not needed.. In the teeming rows behind the goal - yelling for blood on the pitch below;.
When they look back at us and they write down their history. What will they say about our generation?. We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing.
It was late, we were driving home in the rain. I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane. It was white like an angel - or like curse. There and gone in a second in front of us.
Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place.
(Sullivan). Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a.
Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected. Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.. It's open season on the weak and the feeble. Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury.
You could be there. on a dark october night. waiting for the moment to be. swimming 'cross the freezing river. holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water.
I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head. There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red. Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . ..
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise.
Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab. all proud and flawless for you. "Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather. slobbering around at her heels.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.
(Sullivan/Heaton). Time passes slow. Fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow. The giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands.
We were in the corner, the Clanduff by the door. On opposite sides of the dance hall, staring across the floor. The lights go out, the fists fly in, it's the usual Friday scene.
Look out of your windows, watch the skies. Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes. We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons. We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun.
Take away our history. Take away our heroes. Take away our values. And leave us here with nothing. We were in the garden of Eden. Just as children mess around.
(Heaton). Justin Sullivan - vocals, guitar, keyboards, harmonica. Robert Heaton - drums, guitar. Nelson - bass. Ed Alleyne-Johnson - violin. Adrian Portas - guitar.