Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.
We were in the corner, the Clanduff by the door. On opposite sides of the dance hall, staring across the floor. The lights go out, the fists fly in, it's the usual Friday scene.
Take away our history. Take away our heroes. Take away our values. And leave us here with nothing. We were in the garden of Eden. Just as children mess around.
She stares at the screen, at the little words of green. Tries to do remember what to do next. There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face. Searching for the key she should press.
I'll take any drug in the whole damn world if you'll only notice me. Mainline poisons by the score - please will you notice me. I'll break any law, hurt anybody - for God's sake notice me.
We drive in silence beneath the grey dawning skies. Past the cooling towers where the white clouds slowly rise. I watch the world through motionless eyes.
You say that you'd rather be really poor. Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies. Looking in the windows at what you can't afford. Always hungry, never starving.
Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times,.
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press. Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls. The enemy is not some nation far across the sea.
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife. How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie. And understand these things are what give us the right.
They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade. We toasted our last few moments and then the end came. They took us back to the airstrip in that beaten up old car.
Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special. Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands. We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before.
One swallow never made a spring. You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king. Beware the trinkets that we bring. . When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone.
I went to my mother, said - please make me king. I went to my mother, said - I've got to be king. She said son - well you've got to wait your turn. Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn.
Today seems so special like a beginning or an end. And there's so many thousand people here. After all the grey days we're shining once again. And I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world.
We're out here on the borders with our favourite few possessions. Traded stories whispered round the fire. As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files.
We are not children any more. The fists you made they are come bashing at your door. Your legacy is waiting in the wings. And there's something so familiar in the hunger that we bring.