When its summer And the skies are glass I just have to make the evenings last Theyre always flying past When its raining and the sky is black I just love to hear the thunder roll And see the lightning crack With fading powers We sit for hours By a television screen With funny cigarettes And talk for hours Of the places we have seen Brother can you hear my voice Every second that you cling to life You have to feel alive Its an easy thing to sell your skin When the Devils banging on your door You always let him in With fading powers We dream of hours That will never come again Old defenders are themselves defenceless When the mad attack the sane What can you do When you see no future In front of you Food for the few So many it seems are in front of you I see my face Reflected there in your sweating brow You hate what you see What can you do When theres no way out Well theres one way out Brother can you hear my voice Every second that you cling to life You have to feel alive But when you sleep Where do you go?
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 20:05:48 +0000