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The curtain breathes, the air swims |
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The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin |
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The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round |
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My mother she feeds and cares for me |
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Shackled to responsibility |
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All her precious dreams for me crashing down |
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Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK |
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Tell them all just not today, not today . . . |
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They're building special facilities |
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Laboratory animals die for me |
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I live with my humility - humility |
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November 1989, they're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight |
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I feel the flow of history and have no part |
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Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK |
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Tell them all just not today, not today . . . |
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A little night in town we said - oh I remember very well |
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They'll be out of prison soon and me I'm locked forever in this . . . |
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I went for my mother to a holy shrine |
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The wheelchairs rattled through the afternoon |
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Over the cobbles and up the hill |
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In an ordered procession of desperate will |
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It hurts just the way it hurts today |
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Those moments come, then recede away |
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Better to accept what you cannot change |
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The less the pain . . . |
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Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK |
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Tell them all just not today, not today . . . |
