Old man, take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me The whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes And you can tell that's true
Six o' clock in the morning I feel pretty good So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords Fighting dragons and crossing swords With the people against the hordes who came to conquer Seven o'clock in the morning Here it comes, I taste the warning And I'm so amazed I'm here today Seeing things so clear this way In the car and on my way to Stonehenge I'm flying in Winchester cathedral Sunlight pouring through the break of day Stumbled through the door and into the chamber There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on her face And a feeling deep inside of me Tells me this can't be the place I'm flying in Winchester cathedral All religion has to have its day Expressions on the face of the Savior Made me say "I can't stay" Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here Too many people have lied in the name of Christ For anyone to heed the call So many people have died in the name of Christ That I can't believe it all Now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799 And the day he died it was a birthday And I noticed it was mine And my head didn't know just who I was And I went spinning back in time And I am high upon the altar High upon the altar, high I'm flying in Winchester cathedral It's hard enough to drink the wine The air inside just hangs in delusion But given time I'll be fine Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here Too many people have lied in the name of Christ For anyone to heed the call Too many people have died in the name of Christ That I can't believe it all And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799 And the day he died it was a birthday And I noticed it was mine And my head didn't know just who I was And I went spinning back in time And I am high upon the altar High upon the altar, high
Yeah, there's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walkin' in the hall with his things and all Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger
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.
