Slave to the past
Surrounded with miles of darkness
I believe
I believe someone will pray
For the rest of my soul...

Curled up in the sanctuary of a starless horizon
I've got pins and needles in my legs
I've got crawling worms in my hands
But nomore ink to write lovesongs
For the guests of my sheets

A penny for your thoughts...

We are partners in the searchlights
Watching the sun rushing westward
We are harlequins with fading smiles and dying hope
Fearing we shall cross the night with pain in our eyes
Is it love we are to make or a war to wage ?
We were conveying treason inside our own words
Now betraying life in a lull after the battle

I've got a grand piano and angels are coming out from it
Saying everything is still the same
I've got a colour tv giving me all that jive
I drown in a morass of absurdity

And I fear my mortal remains will go to the pauper's grave