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SIGNALS (1982)

Subdivisions ------------ Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Subdivisions -- In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out Subdivisions -- In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... The Analog Kid --- ------ --- A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart You move me -- You move me -- With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me -- You move me -- Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me -- You call me -- The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Too many hands on my time Too many feelings -- Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind... Chemistry --------- Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact -- Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact -- Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it's Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract -- Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact -- Naturally One, two, three -- Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do we make contact With one another? Digital Man ------- --- His world is under observation -- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation -- Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers -- but no clue He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anaesthetic -- Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information -- He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed -- He's a digital man The Weapon (Part II of Fear) --- ------ --------------- We've got nothing to fear -- but fear itself? Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgement He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying -- But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life -- be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb -- Is any killer worth more than his crime? Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them... New World Man --- ----- --- He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it -- He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it -- He's a New World man... Losing It ------ -- The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause -- The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stare with glassy eyes -- Defies the empty page His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world -- To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you -- the blind who once could see -- The bell tolls for thee... Countdown --------- Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapours, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged -- a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick -- you could cut it with a knife Technology -- high, on the leading edge of life The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers High in the air In fascination -- with the eyes of the world We stare...


Afterimage ---------- Suddenly -- You were gone From all the lives You left your mark upon I remember -- How we talked and drank Into the misty dawn -- I hear the voices We ran by the water On the wet summer lawn -- I see the foot prints I remember -- -- I feel the way you would -- I feel the way you would Tried to believe But you know it's no good This is something That just can't be understood I remember -- The shouts of joy Skiing fast through the woods -- I hear the echoes I learned your love for life I feel the way that you would -- I feel your presence I remember -- I feel the way you would This just can't be understood... Red Sector A --- ------ - All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal -- a heart that cannot feel -- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger -- too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here -- do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother, it's too late But I must help my mother stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive?... The Enemy Within (Part one of Fear) --- ----- ------ ---------------- Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense -- to fence the enemy within I'm not giving in to security under pressure I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure I'm not giving up on implausible dreams Experience to extremes -- Experience to extremes Suspicious-looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window -- Was it only trees in the wind? Every breath a static charge -- A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within... To you -- is it movement or is it action? It is contact or just reaction? And you -- revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? eah, you -- it takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance... The Body Electric --- ---- -------- One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath a lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode -- crack the code Images conflicting into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist -- to resist A pulse of dying power in a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines... Kid Gloves --- ------ A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much -- Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff Call each other names -- Your voices rude -- your voices rough Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the lessons Taught in school won't be enough Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough A world of indifference Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns Reverse the golden rule Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the weapons And the ways of hard-knock school Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Red Lenses --- ------ I see red it hurts my head guess it must be something that i read it's the colour of your heartbeat a rising summer sun the battle lost -- or won the flash to fashion and the pulse to passion -- feels red inside my head and truth is often bitter -- left unsaid said red red thinking about the overhead -- the underfed -- couldn't we talk about something else instead? we've got mars on the horizon says the national midnight star (it's true) what you believe is what you are a pair of dancing shoes -- the soviets are the blues -- the reds under your bed lying -- in the darkness dead ahead and the mercury is rising barometer starts to fall you know it gets to us all the pain that is learning and the rain that is burning -- feel red still -- go ahead you see black and white -- and i see red (not blue) Between the Wheels ------- --- ------ To live between a rock and a hard place In between time -- Cruising in prime time -- soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars in our time -- Living in real time -- Holding the good time -- Holding on to yesterdays... You know how that rabbit feels Going under your speeding wheels Bright images flashing by Like windshields towards a fly Frozen in the fatal climb -- but the wheels of time -- Just pass you by... Wheels can take you around Wheels can cut you down We can go from boom to bust From dreams to a bowl of dust We can fall from rockets' red glare Down to "Brother can you spare --" Another war -- another waste land -- And another lost generation... It slips between your hands like water This living in real time A dizzying lifetime Reeling by on celluloid Struck between the eyes By the big-time world Walking uneasy streets -- Hiding beneath the sheets -- Got to try and fill the void...


The Big Money --- --- ----- Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway -- Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul... Grand Designs ----- ------- A to B -- Different degrees... So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble to separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to a lot of useless talk Shapes and forms against the norms -- Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions is a mass production scheme So much poison in power, the principles get left out So much mind on the matter, the spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean, a diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious -- and some are merely spaced Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension with our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines -- of grand designs... Manhattan Project --------- ------- Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of a war A weapon -- that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst -- They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation -- always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick -- But this was something more... The big bang -- took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun -- it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots -- try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys -- More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore... Marathon -------- It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need -- In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light that gets in your eyes One moment's high, and glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening that flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark -- In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance -- First you've got to last... Territories ----------- I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles, we keep holding our ground In different circles, we keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people -- better food -- and better beer Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colourful rag is unfurled Middletown Dreams ---------- ------ The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure Dreams flow across the heartland Feeding on the fires Dreams transport desires Drive you when you're down -- Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town the boy walks with his best friend Through the fields of early May They walk awhile in silence One close -- one far away But he'd be climbing on that bus Just him and his guitar To blaze across the heavens Like a brilliant shooting star The middle-aged madonna Calls her neighbour on the phone Day by day the seasons pass And leave her life alone But she'll go walking out that door On some bright afternoon To go and paint big cities From a lonely attic room It's understood By every single person Who'd be elsewhere if they could So far so good And life's not unpleasant In their little neighbourhood They dream in Middletown... Emotion Detector ------- -------- When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion-- Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too much attention -- Not content with being cool We must throw ourselves wide open And start acting like a fool If we need too much approval Then the cuts can seem too cruel Right to the heart of the matter Right to the beautiful part Illusions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts It's true that love can change us But never quite enough Sometimes we are too tender Sometimes we're too tough If we get too much attention It gets hard to overrule So often fragile power turns To scorn and ridicule Sometimes our big splashes Are just ripples in the pool Feelings run high Mystic Rhythms ------ ------- So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know -- things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone -- Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night escape the light of day Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms -- under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers and we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar


Force Ten ----- --- Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in -- to the eye of the storm Look out -- for the force without form Look around -- at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around -- We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the world and ride the wind Look in -- look the storm in the eye Look out -- to the sea and the sky Look around -- at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around -- Time Stand Still ---- ----- ----- I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause. No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim -- Who learns to transcend -- Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still -- I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people and the places that surround me now Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Experience slips away... I turn my face to the sun Close my eyes. Let my defences down -- All those wounds that I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause -- If I could slow it all down Like some captain, whose ship runs aground -- I can wait until the tide comes around Make each impression a little bit stronger Freeze this motion a little bit longer The innocence slips away... Summer's going fast, nights growing colder Children growing up -- old friends growing colder Experience slips away... Open Secrets ---- ------- It went right by me -- At the time it went over my head I was looking out the window I should have looked at your face instead It went right by me -- Just another wall There should have been a moment When we let our barriers fall I never meant what you're thinking -- That is not what I meant at all... Well I guess we all have these feelings We can't leave unreconciled Some of them burned on our ceilings Some of them learned as a child The things that we're concealing Will never let us grow Time will do its healing You've got to let it go Closed for my protection -- Open to your scorn Between these two directions My heart is sometimes torn I lie awake with my secrets spinning around my head something that somehow escaped me -- Something you shouldn't have said I was looking out the window I should have looked at your face instead... I find no absolution In my rational point of view Maybe some things are instinctive But there's one thing you could do You could try to understand me -- I could try to understand you... Prime Mover ----- ----- Basic elemental instinct to survive Stirs the higher passions Thrill to be alive Alternating currents in a tidewater surge Rational resistance to an unwise urge (anything can happen) From the point of conception To the moment of Truth At the point of surrender To the burden of proof From the point of ignition To the final drive The point of the journey is not to arrive (anything can happen) Basic temperamental filters on our eyes Alter our perceptions Lenses polarize Alternating currents force a show of hands Rational responses force a change of plans (anything can happen) From a point on the compass To magnetic north The point of the needle moving back and forth From the point of entry -- Until the candle is burned The point of departure is not to return (anything can happen) I set the wheels in motion turn up all the machines activate the programs and run behind the scene I set the clouds in motion turn up light and sound activate the window and watch the world go 'round -- (anything can happen) Second Nature ------ ------ A memo to a higher office Open letter to the powers-that-be To a God, a king, a head of state A captain of industry To the movers and the shakers -- Can't everybody see? It ought to be second nature -- I mean, the places where we live! Let's talk about this sensibly -- We're not insensitive I know progress has no patience -- But something's got to give I know you're different -- You know I'm the same We're both too busy To be taking the blame I'd like some changes But you don't have the time We can't go on thinking It's a victimless crime No one is blameless But we're all without shame We fight the fire -- while we're feeding the flames Folks have got to make choices -- And choices got to have voices Folks are basically decent Conventional wisdom would say Well, we read about the exceptions In the papers every day It ought to be second nature -- At least, that's what I feel "Now I lay me down in Dreamland" -- I know perfect's not for real I thought we might get closer -- But I'm ready to make a deal Today is different, and tomorrow the same It's hard to take the world the way that it came Too many rapids keep us sweeping along Too many captains keep on steering us wrong It's hard to take the heat -- It's hard to lay blame To fight the fire -- while we're feeding the flames Lock And Key ---- --- --- I don't want to face the killer instinct -- Face it in your or me We carry a sensitive cargo Below the waterline -- Ticking like a time bomb With a primitive design Behind the finer feelings -- This civilized veneer -- The heart of a lonely hunter Guards a dangerous frontier The balance can sometimes fail -- Strong emotions can tip the scale -- Don't want to silence a desperate voice For the sake of security No one wants to make a terrible choice On the price of being free I don't want to face the killer instinct -- face it in you or me So we keep it under lock and key... It's not a matter of mercy It's not a matter of laws Plenty of people will kill you for some fanatical cause It's not a matter of conscience -- A search for probable cause It's just a matter of instinct -- a matter of fatal flaws No reward for resistance No assistance -- no applause... we don't want to be victims on that we all agree, so we lock up the killer instinct -- and throw away the key... Mission ------- Hold your fire -- Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites -- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct -- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire Focused high on soaring ambitions Consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possession -- A slave to the drive of obsession -- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission... I watch their images flicker Bringing light to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams don't need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action -- Pride turns on the drive It's cold comfort To the ones without it To know how they struggled -- How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission... Turn the Page ---- --- ---- Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to learn to share our pleasures We can't sooth pain with sympathy All that we can do is be reminded -- We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age It's just a stage -- We disengage -- We turn the page... Looking at the long-range forecast Catching all the names in the news Checking out the state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit Tai Shan --- ---- High on the sacred mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the golden light of autumn There was magic in the air Clouds surrounded the summit The wind blew strong and cold Among the silent temples And the writing carved in gold Somewhere in my instincts The primitive took hold... I stood at the top of the mountain And China sang to me In the peaceful haze of harvest time A song of eternity -- If you raise your hands to heaven You will live a hundred years I stood there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly parted For a moment I could see The patterns of the landscape Reaching to the eastern sea I looked upon a presence Spanning forty centuries... I thought of time and distance The hardships of history I heard the hope and the hunger When China sang to me... High Water ---- ----- When the waters rose in the darkness In the wake of the endless flood It flowed into our memory -- it flowed into our blood When something broke the surface Just to see the starry dome -- We still feel that relation When the water takes us home In the flying spray of the ocean The water takes you home -- Springing from the weight of the mountains Like the heart of the earth would burst Flowing out from marble fountains In the dreams of a desert thirst Something swam through the jungles Where the mighty rivers roam -- Something breaks the silence When the water takes you home I hear the wordless voices When the water takes me home -- Waves that crash on the shoreline Torrents of tropical rain streaming down Beyond our memory Streaming down inside our veins When something left the ocean To crawl high above the foam -- We still feel that elation When the water takes us home In a driving rain of redemption The water takes me home...



1989-1986:P, CH, RTB, CP, TFE