Tekst :
It s a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a toongue like a whip, and we re sinking,
It ain t cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of ego cultivation
And I m rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies, is it really all about the size
...or just a simple vice ..
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me higher,
So I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars, and ravesty,
Oh fire
Did you think that I d blink, that I d go and take the ink to yourcontrol, that I d sell my sould
And does it ring any bells that i sells that we re living out of shells in a shotgun
If we coudln t shoot, we d to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy
Better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we re teens
Like snapshot scenes in smithereens...
Oh, and the ones they choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
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There it si in the news again, yeah
Tehre it goes singing the blues again
Fire, flare alight inside me higher,
So I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars, and ravesty,
Oh fire , return my joy cause I m so
Tired tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the ire and irony,
Oh fire
Tekst :
Shadows of the night
Moving on the ground
Like silent clouds
They follow me around
As I wander the dark
Throught the midnight mist
Remembering our last kiss
Do you know how much
You re missed
Tonight I stand in this lonely place
I search the heavens
For some saving grace
And I cry, dying without you
I know you re somewhere
Looking up there too
Right now that s all
Two distant hearts can do
Oh-ooh, at least were underneath
Underneath the same moon
Picturing your face
Flowers in your hair
Like you always wear
Oh I can see you there
Longing to be touched
But you re out of reach
Oh hold on please
Won t you wait for me
Tonight I stand in this lonely place
I search the heavens
For some saving grace
And I cry, dying without you
I know you re somewhere
Looking up there too
Right now that s all
Two distant hearts can do
Oh-ooh, at least were underneath
Underneath the same moon
la la la
la la la
la la la
Oh-ooh At least were underneath
Underneath the same moon
Shadows of the night
Moving all around
Moving on the ground
They follow me around
Tekst :
Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven s not my home then Lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven s open door
And I can t feel at home in this world anymore
This world is not my home I m just passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven s open door
And I can t feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord you know...
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They re all expecting me and that s one thing I know
My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go
I know he date me through so I am weak and poor
And I can t feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord you know...