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In the distance |
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Hidden from sight - patiently |
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Waiting for me |
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Part of the night - enemy mine |
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This horizon |
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Darkness and light - opposites |
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Drawn together, one forever |
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Wrong and the right - enemy mine |
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Now is the time to decide |
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Don't answer me with the same old questions |
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Don't patronise with those tired old solutions |
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I've heard these before and I've been here before |
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Don't pay me back with the same old deceptions |
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Don't give me facts and predictable suggestions |
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I've heard these before and I've been here before |
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Then you're screaming all the time |
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You don't listen any more |
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When you threw out the hope with the dustbin liners |
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You were standing alone with your coat of kindness |
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Covered in mud - it was soaked in my blood |
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When you fed me to the lions |
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in your personal arena |
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And you watched till the cries |
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and the prayers grew weaker |
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Head in my hands - been dripping tears in the sand |
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The roar of the lions |
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As the victim lies damned and alone |
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When agony comes more from hope than failure |
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Look further than your preconceptions, expectations |
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Where the power of the mind can take you out beyond this reach |
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Higher than the dull and simple world you know so well |
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Back to paradise... |
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Who keeps the child - Tell me which is the mother? |
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The need in her eye, and the eyes of the other |
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and I've seen this before and I've been here before |
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Cut the child in half, give a piece to each woman |
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A desperate chance, the last hope has fallen |
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Just like before, I've felt this before |
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And the gurgles of laughter are echoes once more in my heart |
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So I lie down in my mothers arms |
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And I cry in my mothers arms, praying |
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Praying for the end to come |
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A friend to come and rescue me - right now, right now |
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So I listen to my mother's voice |
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And I listen to the only choice she had to make |
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Living fear cold and naked |
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Throw me away? Don't throw me away! |
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"Take the child - it's yours!" |
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Was the only thing she could have said |
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Does it matter to you? |
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In the lion's cage we're all the same |
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Does it matter to you? |
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It's a child's game with a child's name |
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Does it matter to you? |
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If I place the blame upon your shoulders |
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Don't try to fool the world |
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Don't try to rule the world again |
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Throw away my life in the fireplace |
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With the old love letters |
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And the Nottingham laces; |
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Trying to forget the warm embraces |
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Video suppers and the funny faces |
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Does it matter to you? |
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Does it matter to you? |
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Does it matter to you? |
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Does it matter at all? |
