Every day as heaven
  Moves further and further away
  Familiar blue eyes I once knew
  Turn a colder shade of grey

  Every day as heaven
  Moves further and further away
  Familiar words we used to share
  Seem so difficult to say

  And I am alone
  In a world of cold flesh, cold steel, cold stone
  I close up like a clam
  And shut the world out with the slam of a door
  To shut out all the fighting, all the hatred, all the war
  You just cannot stay calm
  When your soul screams less
  But someone always wants more
  What for?

  Every day as heaven
  Moves further and further away
  Familiar blue eyes I once knew
  Turn a colder shade of grey

  Every day as heaven
  Moves further and further away
  Familiar words we used to share
  Seem impossible to say

  Every day
  Heaven moves further and further away 

  Blood on the sand
  Blood on the hands
  Of a handful of madman

  What a way to see the world
  Through the smeared window of a TV Screen

  Technicolor assassinations
  Assassinations that make me scared and afraid
  Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred

  Those with their heads bowed to the darkness
  Those who can't see for the glare of the light
  Those without strength
  Who can't raise hands yet alone guns
  Become prisoners of conscience
  Though not your conscience

  You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away
  Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun

  Our world is slipping quickly away

  Wake up with the fear of God
  Inside me each morning
  As I open my eyes
  To this world without warning

  So easy to fall down
  So easy to be crushed
  As you fight to stand at all
  In this never ending rush

  There's no one here who's close enough
  To share this sorrow with
  Have few answers for myself
  Yet alone enough to give

  Watch all my faults before me
  Like reflections in a glass
  They linger on around
  And don't ever seem to pass

  Yet everything I ever wanted
  Races on ahead
  And all the hopes I need to share
  Always go instead  

  So easy to fall down
  So easy to be crushed
  As you fight to stand at all
  In this never ending rush

  My world's an open prison
  Where I walk to and fro
  Viewed with tunnel vision
  'cause there's no place I can go

  So easy to fall down
  So easy to be crushed
  As you fight to stand at all
  In this never ending rush

  Lone figure walks beside a restless shore
  How much more?
  How much more?

  The world doesn't have to tell me what I need
  I know how to fail and how to succeed

  Tide always turns quicker
  When you're least prepared
  Always scared

  I am the sharpened sword
  The cast stone
  The words that linger too long in the air
  The rumbling silence over the length of a room
  The lie that lay between two lovers
  The hopelessness in their struggling
  The price too high to pay
  A dark and obscured voyeur
  Combing through your secret
  The stranger to the child
  Loneliness in solitude
  Sand in the drinker's mouth
  Shadows over sunlight

  And all the time you are with me

  Uncertainty
  Certainty of falling
  Scars of souls
  Scars of skin
  Stars too far away to see
  Wave on wave over the swimmer's head

  And all the time you are with me

  I've been sitting here all day
  Trying to understand
  Why people want to rule each other
  When the problem's close at hand

  A little less of what you want
  And more of what you've got
  Is enough to keep you struggling
  Without hatching other plots

  But justify yourself!
  Don't satisfy yourself!
  You should be out there voting
  Say the power mongers gloating

  You hide behind the left or right
  To add power to your claims
  But what you're really saying
  Doesn't need theories to explain

  Self glorification
  Is what you really mean
  The glory you say you despise
  Is what makes it more obscene

  I'll fight to make life better
  In any way I can
  I'll break the rules that you tie to me
  If it means staying who I am

  Don't tell me how to live my life
  Don't tell me what to do
  Repression is always brought about
  By people with politics and attitudes like you

  People
  And politics
  And attitudes
  And you

  I live off nothing in this world
  Except the thick grey air that chains itself
  Swirls all around and engrains itself
  Stifles my last hope into sullen despair

  I don't associate myself
  With all of the people I can do without
  Those who never leave me in any doubt
  That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about

  I enjoy the silence in my life
  I don't thrive on the chaos that close contact can bring

  So many empty gestures
  That don't mean anything

  It's so hard and so cold
  The texture of this world
  That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold
  And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled

  I don't want anything in this world
  Except a thick grey air
  That will keep my heart hoping
  And keep my eyes wide open
  Just in case there's something there

  Bursting in a thousand places
  Like a bottle of champagne
  Burst all over me

  Burst all over me

  Foaming like a wild horse
  Your breath will beat on me
  Pulling me tighter with your reins
  My eyes will burn on you

  Burn on you

  My heart will beat so loudly
  Like a drumming through your brain
  Then when you think I've finished
  I shall beat on you again

  My flesh will hit on you
  Like waves against a rock
  Like being dragged under water
  We will fight against the shock

  I will hold you in my arms
  As the night turns into day
  And when I squeeze you tighter
  You won't pull away

  Like a flash of flame
  I will lick you with my tongue
  Wetness shall cool the fire
  And no bells shall be rung
  We shall tire eventually
  After we've fulfilled our needs
  Until love becomes the hunger once more
  And we start once again our feed

  Bursting in a thousand places
  Like a bottle of champagne
  Burst all over me

  Look at our young faces
  They're growing older with each moment
  Harder and less beautiful
  With every word we say

  Stumbling over bridges
  And through the backstreets
  Waiting for something
  But we don't know what

  It could be a promise
  It could be passion
  Eternal life
  Or instant death

  Wading through rubbish
  And dodging choc-a-block cars
  Through the door and up the stairs
  We'll find some moments of happiness
  Between sheets we've known so often
  The warmest place in this hostile town

  Afterwards, through dust and comfort filled eyes
  We can look upwards
  And almost stare at the stars