This is so hard for me. To find the words to say. My thoughts are standing still. . Captive inside of me. All emotions starts to hide. And nothing is getting through.
The water's edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wandering. Meant to die. But she's stuck not crossing over. . The other side is where he waits. His spirit reaching out.
I would not expect you felt unnoticed and ignored. Better to rise above the clouds Then be a stranger in the crowd. All that you protected doesn't matter anymore.
Long before the colors start to bleed. I can see the painting come alive. Clever like an angel in disguise. Moving in and out of reach. . If the candle lights this crooked path.
In moments of pain. Where heart and mind collide. Self-reflection helps me decide. I believe the sacrifices in life. Give more than they take. . Visions flowing slowly shedding light.
[Audio samples from 9/11]. This has all the appearances of an extraordinarily well-coordinated and devastating terrorist attack.. Terrorism against our nation will not stand. The government will hunt down those responsible..
Hello, mirror. So glad to see you my friend, it's been a while. . Staring at the empty page before me. All the years of wreckage running through my head.
It burns deep down inside of me. We have ourselves to blame. Not questioning, accepted as the truth. . Debate this fight it's just cause. The facts do not support theirs.
All wound up. On the edge. Terrified. . Sleep disturbed. Restless mind. Petrified. . Bouts of fear. Permeate. All I see. . Heightening. Nervousness. Threatens me.
I never wanted to become. . Someone like him. So secure. Content to live each day. Just like the last. I was sure I knew that. This was not for me. And I wanted so much more.
Cut myself open wide. Reach inside. Help yourself. To all I have to give. And then you help yourself again. And then complain that. You didn't like the way.
The water's edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wandering. Meant to die. But she's stuck not crossing over. . The other side is where he waits. His spirit reaching out.
I am not immortal. I am just a man. A power-craving tyrant. Beyond the shadows in the sand. . Men have come to fear me. Many bow and cry. Known across the desert.
- ("Uncovered" show at Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club, London - 1/31/95). - John Wetton and Eddie Jobson (UK - from the album "UK"). . Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?.
There's a story in your eyes. I can see the hurt behind your smile. For every sign I recognize. Another one escapes me. . Let me know what plagues your mind.
For a while. I thought I fell asleep. . Lying motionless inside a dream. Then rising suddenly. I felt a chilling breath upon me. She softly whispered in my ear.
No one dared to. Speak of the terrible danger. The hideous ancient warnings. Forged in the void of night. . He has risen up. Out of the blackness. Chaos.
Tunnel vision at blinding speed. Controlling my thoughts, obsessing me. Void of any uncertainty. Throughout my very soul. . Lost illusions of mind control.
A single star behind me. A red sky burns ahead. A lonely light below me. Awake among the dead. . I can't hold on any longer. These feelings keep growing stronger.
Today I will be your savior. Tomorrow a demon. You crave my erratic behavior. And watch my every move. . Obsession at all cost. You'll be the death of me.