Run, why should I run away When at the end the only truth certain - One day everyone dies - If only to justify life. Live, I've lived a thousand lives
re feeling, never see them now dealing, in a way they never would we'll get our way, always could. 2. Sleep all day, there's another show today, find the map for
as old as you're young and everything still yet to find Dreams not realized Thoughts rising, duties and vows continue, can't wait for you Now is the day
right and what is wrong. It's for you, for me, too. Convenience, everything is clean and easy. Just believe me, it runs like a big machine It's just for
bitten today for they have all his chances, all too late, no one waits how time goes by. Seeking what you're after, but not for me Have as my years drift by never for
soon to rise, For they would have nothing, Nature's trust unwise, Through his boat and fortune, not for him that day, If he went to God, for him they
1. I lost my head, it was not easy, unknown, unread, it wasn't easy, and each day, each night, wasn't wrong, nor right, I can't remember what I said I
are not laughter. Cast off the mould, buy all you've sold, confidence lost, pay for the cost. Choose your way, realising our mission, figures lay, pulling strings for
Hail to Power and to Glory's way. Hail to Power and to Glory's way. Hail to Power and to Glory's way. Hail to Power and to Glory's way. Day by day. (
for a pawn To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate Binding revelation is laid upon His plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of
Giant gentle and blue We breathe and walk and wonder A place for me and you Why is it that I wake up To a new day's light And how come the starlight
We all live on this planet Giant gentle and blue We breathe and walk and wonder A place for me and you Why is it that I wake up To a new day's light
round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco's calling us, the Giants
breath moving down my neck Closer than a summers day You're a lion on my back I hear the spirit speak whispering my name Gentle as a butterfly In a violent
load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A
say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we?ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco?s calling us, the Giants