We sit and watch these lifeless forms. Stark and petrified. The high suspense of an empty stage drawing in clutching to its breast. With murmured words we sigh and focus on the main facade.
Visions of men never known. Never seen, never heard, never shown. Characters lying in wait. Responsible figures of fate. With memories and faces as long as their hate.
All the boys are wearing blue tonight.. We'll thrive, we'll dive, how can we lose?. All the strangers walk like you tonight.. So tall, we fall for every move..
If the stack is high against you. And the hammer's coming down. And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands. Oh my sentimental friend. The fast much reach an end.
We were so young, we were too vain.. Dance in the dark, sing in the rain.. Time on our hands, hope in our hearts.. . We were talking, passing strangers..
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.. A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.. The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone..
[Chorus]. A life as a stranger,. Hands through a wire,. Forbidden desires,. Are mine for life.. . Looking from a spiral staircase,. At a man with a suitcase,.
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger.. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime,. Judging by the style.. . He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane,.
Standing on my own. It didn't mean that much to me. I thought I had it all. I didn't see the mystery. I stood the test of time. I took the step to find.
Taking shelter by the standing stones. Miles from all that moves. Breathing solitude, seeking confidence. A gift to me. Feeling spirits never far removed.
I was young and not deceived then. I believed in the heart of the country. How the words sound, how the truth lies. I was moved by the heart of the country.
[Chorus:]. See the man on the 'phone,. With a gun in his hand,. Sipping courage from a crystal cup.. He's a man in the wrong,. With a gun at his head,.
The lights went out (The last fuse blew).. The clocks all stopped (It can't be true).. The program's wrong (What can we do?).. The printout's blocked (It relied on you)..
What is this phase that I am going through. O these precious years. Please take my hand and let me breathe again. Young depressive tears. We stumble blindly chasing something new and something sinful.
Desire. Desire. Desire. Desire. . You live for love, I long for it. You give for love, I take from it. This friend of mine, desire. This lover's crime, desire.
Traveling with no destination, no place to go. Nameless towns with faceless people, no place I know. Time to close my mind and drift off to other scenes.
Remember health warning. It's printed on the packet. Middle tar, low tar, high tar. Something that make you die. . Taking one out of the packet. It's just a force of habit.
The message. In a faded envelope. In a viselike grip. . The passage. Of a carriage in the dark. On a foreign trip again. . The image. Of a figure in the trees.
We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying, waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. . So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry.