Just take a pebble,
And cast it to the sea.
Then watch the ripples
That unfold into me.
My face spills so gently
Into your eyes,
Disturbing the waters
Of our lives.
Shreds of our memories
Are lying on your grass.
Wounded words of laughter
Are graveyards of the past.
Photographs are grey and torn,
Scattered in your fields;
Letters of your memories
On the green.
With sadness on your shoulders,
Like a worn-out overcoat.
In pockets, creased and tattered,
Hang the rags of your hopes.
The daybreak is your midnight;
The colours have all died;
Disturbing the waters
Of our lives
Of our lives...
Knife Edge
Just a step cried the sad man take a look down
At the madman theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason from the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle only fear
Breaks the silence as we all kneel pray for guidance
Tread the road cross the abyss take a look down
At the madness on the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity patient queues
For the gallows sing the praises of the hallowed
Our machines feed the furnace if they take us
They will burn us
Will you still know who you are
When you come to who you are
When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge?
The Three Fates (instrumental)
Tank (instrumental)
Lucky Man
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honour and his glory
The people would sing
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died