Answers To NothingHigh upon a hillside,
A preacher tells a story to a crowd
He tells the same old story,
A thousand times he's read that story loud
He wants to give the answers but his words are only
Answers to nothing
Lying in my bedroom,
Are We ConnectedAll hail to this new religion
Crossed wires in a conversation
Are we one on one
Are we worlds apart
Are we something strong
Are we connected
BecomeStill standing on my own
No life no heart no love no home
Still behind the door
Waiting to be accepted
And I can only wait so long
Before I turn from nil to some
Waiting here to be, to be, to be
To become
Breath(Breathe)
With every waking breath I breathe
I see what life has dealt to me
With every sadness I deny
I feel a chance inside me die
Give me a taste of something new
To touch to hold to pull me through
Come The DayCOME THE DAY
I feel the shadows on me now
With so much more to say
I see the strange arrival
From a thousand miles away
If I stopped right where I stand
Fields of FireHow can we ever be free again?
After all the shouting and crying
Trying to hurt one another, for nothing
Things will be better again
Baby's in red, broken and bled
By the flames that rule her fields of fire
Baby's in blue, broken in two
FreeAs I walked the busy, empty streets
With the weight of the world on my shoulders
An ancient voice screamed in my head
Saying: Run boy, run
I waited for the inspiration
Waited for forever or so it seemed
I made my mind up
If I WasIf I was a better man
Would fellow men take me to their hearts?
If I was a stronger man
Carrying the weight of popular demand
Tell me would that alarm her?
I'd never harm her at all.
If I was a soldier
Just for YouJust For You, I Could Fly
Just For You, I Could Walk the Oceans
I Would Cross All Divides
To Satisfy Your Whims and Notions
For You, I could change,
just for you I Could Beat the System
I could Take Every Blow
Survive Upon a Poor Man's Wisdom
Light In Your EyesI never noticed before
Sometimes I'd find that I'd tried to be blind to it all
But something has changed
Something quite wonderful
I see light in your eyes tonight
Could I hope anymore
'Cos never a word of affection was heard, none at all
She CriedShe cried
The tears that fell were from Asian ways
She cried
The tears that fell were from Asian ways
She promised to a stranger, arranger kisses
She, torn between her heart and the others' wishes
Try to please them, try to reason
SinnermanYou're through with hoping
You're done with dreaming
Why have you burned every bridge you have crossed?
You can't rely on anyone
You're mother's boy, you're father's son
If you believe in no-one what will you do?
Oh, it's there in front of you
WastelandsThe boy is listening to those records from the past
He wants to make them last
For they make him feel alive
They are the voices of the faces on the wall
He listens to them all
Hangs on every little tale they tell
Knows them all and their life stories
When The Wind BlowsCommon people living quietly in confusion
Information's giving quite a grand illusion
Hearts are beating, keeping time to meet a deadline
Faces pressed against the pane to watch a headline
When the winds blow I will call
When the winds blow I will call
When the winds blow I will call you