In a busy street a man sits down Oblivious to the traffic sounds No chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd Thank God their silence walking heads bent down
Come when they saw us Called it lethargy The treadmill turns There down below their feet
Should I pray for an end to come Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) Or cross the waves of an angry sea Risking (risking) and braving (braving) The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing Assailing
In a haunted doorway and from the light of day See another life fall to ruin in pain False smiles from even children it seems Landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams
A league against me (a league against me) I hear him say It's not worth half the effort Or the price you pay
Should I pray for an end to come Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) Or should I raise my face to the heavens above And tell God (dear God) stop jeering (and jeering) As our human frailties and all our failings Are we failing
Pound pound on an endless street Again and again the nightmare scene All stained against the tightened rope Not one with a lasting lingering hope
There's evidence Everywhere you see Put a quarter down at the newsstand So that you can read
Should I pray for an end to come Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) Or should I raise my face to the clouds above Entreating (entreating) their mercy (some mercy)
But as clouds will do they'll rain down First gently (gently) and sweetly (so sweetly) Until they silence me with a burst of thunder (thunder) And lightning (and lightning) And helpless landlocked screaming
I know God must be agreeing It's the worst part of watching It's the worst part of watching It's the worst part of watching It's the worst part
Landlocked in screaming God must be agreeing To be helpless is the worst Must be the worst part of watching The worst part of watchingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
