The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land. AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down. And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head.
The multitude excites, the flags are flown. By fireside the programme starts. And i am running through this madness. And all the time i can't relate. .
Nine tenths of the law than sic. Is possesion. Life expressed in matter is a blasphemy. . Success defined by aquisition stinks!. So busy trying to make a living i forgot about living.
Is it me or is it you. And can I find the answer. There's a new beginning, wooo. I wanna see you there. Is it me or is it you. Where my heart is calling.
only the righteous kiss those lips. too much guessing too much "need to believe". this is madness madness. why should i suffer when i can't see your eyes?.