Too much time on my hands I've learned to love the night It's disguised itself to appear like the light Takes me by the hand And reminds me that a wrong
[written by David Bowie] Weaving down a byroad Sing the song That's my kind of highground Gone wrong My-my Smile at least You can't say no to The beauty
The day light is coming But it's borrowing that gets me down But I know He's coming For it's He that gave my sight & sound I was trying to get out of
Forming the water around me / I was protected from the truth Innocent cries / A child's closed eyes / How I was to know A normal life growing up / Taught
Lying on the floor / She could't sleep again Staring at the ceiling / Trying to forget the pain The love she found was so short lived What she needed
[1] The changing times have caused me to see me for what I am But I know you / You taught me oh so well to just ignore Ignore the things my heart beats
To the four corners and beyond From the ghettos to the farms Babies born / Babies die Poor are broken / Rich are strong Where are you? There still
I look at the ocean / Oh so cold & black It's never ending mystery I look at the sky / So polluted & cracked A reflection of the sea I'm closed in /
From up here it all looks the same to me A different point of view is what I know I need What you say I look around this sea of souls But all I see
