This is getting old and so are you Everything you know and never knew Will run through your fingers just like sand Enjoy it while you can Like a snake between two stones It itches in your bones
Take a deep breath and swallow
Your sorrow, tomorrow So raise it up and let's propose a toast To the thing that hurts you most It's your last cup of sorrow What can you say?
Yes time, time, time is on my side, yes it is Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is Oh, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is I said, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is Oh, time, time, time is on my side Yeah, time, time, time is on my side
Send out the signals, deep and loud And in this place can you reassure me With a touch, a smile - While the cradle's burning All the while the world is turning to noise Oh, the more that it's surrounding us The more that it destroys Turn up the signal - wipe out the noise!
God is patient God is kind He does not envy He does not boast His ways are higher than my own His thoughts consume the great unknown Of this alone I am sure My God is love
Good morning Mister Blue, we've got our eyes on you. The evidence is clear, that you've been scheming. You like to steal away and while away the day. You like to spend an hour dreaming. What will it take, to whip you into line? A broken heart? A broken head? It can be arranged. It can be arranged.
Step softly Mister Blue, we know what's best for you. We know where your precious dreams will take you. You've got a slot to fill, and fill that slot you will. You'll learn to love it, or we'll break you. Oh, what will it take, to whip you into line? A broken heart? A broken head? It can be arranged. It can be arranged.
Be careful Mister Blue this phase you're going through, Can lead you nowhere else, but to disaster. Excuse us while we grin, you've worn our patience thin. It's time to show you who's your master. What will it take, to whip you into line? A broken heart? A broken head? It can be arranged. It can be arranged.
Don't worry Mister Blue, we'll take good care of you. Just think of it as sense and not surrender. But never think again, that you can think again, Or you'll get something you'll remember. What will it take to whip you into line? A broken heart? A broken head? It can be arranged. It can be arranged.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here.
Open your heart, I'm coming home We shone like the sun We shone like the sun I was staring straight into the shining sun
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here.
This has struck a chord with me quite often over the years.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground. What have we found The same old fears. Wish you were here.
