| Lyrics: | Into the night, but out of the dark,
To be cornered and yet to survive,
The jester
performed, with his body he scorned,
With his voice he amused, and a little confused
His
masters the King and Queen,
The laugh of the King was clear and strong,
So out of fear the
crowd laughed along,
And how I'd love to leave here,
Moving under...
Lost in space
and with no hiding place,
And no chance of staying alive,
His men turn to him with confident
eyes,
They've been in trouble before, but still they're alive
They're sure he'll think of
something,
But slowly their eyes take on looks that accuse
As they realize, he know they
must lose,
And how I'd love to leave here,
Moving under...
Doesn't anybody know
that I am on the run?
How I'd love to leave here,
Always moving on,
Always moving on
somewhere that doesn't mean a thing,
How I'd love to leave here,
How I'd love to be
there,
Always on the run,
Always searching for some place that I can be alone,
Doesn't
anybody know the reason why?
Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
Into the night, but
out of the dark,
To be cornered and yet to survive,
The Fugitive runs, though his hands are
tied,
His legs are in irons but his head's held high.
He knows how not to feel.
The
time is right to move out of the night,
Into the light and stay out of sight,
How I'd love
to leave there.
Moving under...
Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
Doesn't
anybody know the reason why? |
