When another midnight comes to rest On the cheek of our sleeplessness All the crusaders will wake and dress Pull their flags from their pillowcases
You could hear all of Eden hold its breath On this the anniversary of wonder’s death Unholy occasion what a terrible mess Oh it's time for a new dress
How to live a noble life In this the age of insanity When every prophet's face is turning white It’s the look, the look of "Can it be?"
It’s shock, it’s horror, it’s despair! It’s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair Teacher drooling, unaware "Where are my students where, oh where?"
Poet to poet, nun to nun I’ve met a distance that I have to run No matter what madness must come undone I’m throwing down a smoking gun
All the commuters will hear our words And hide in garages like frightened birds but You can’t stop the moaning of the Earth And the midnight crackling of my nerves!
Come out, come out! Angels of love It's just the sound of another midnight falling Come out come out It's not the end of the world It's just the sound of another midnight falling Come out come out! The time is now!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
