| Lyrics: | Out in the street it's gently raining,
It's like dancing on glass.
You and your razor blade
assistant,
Carved the lies right from the past.
But they offered you such
miracles,
You who have been handling straws.
Soon you're deafened by the
decibels.
Then you're swallowed by the applause.
Give'em, take'em, paint a face and
I
Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry.
I am waiting here, your memory still
holds,
I am waiting here, but I am growing so cold.
Chorus
Take what you
need,
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend,
till they stole him back,
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
Take what you
need.
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend,
till they stole him back,
Now he plays all his days with the master.
All the nameless,
motherless, helpless,
Crouching figures in the park,
Warm to songs that sing of
freedom,
Then with loneliness they dance.
Long ago there was a friendship,
Now there's
wreckage on some Greek beach,
Down at the gate they still remember,
It's in the diaries they
keep.
Chorus |
