Strangeland

The boys are grinning from the photograph It's Friday night and they're trying so hard The sun is dropping and they want to go Driving into town to see some girls they know The boys, blazing on a summer night Girls they want to watch them ride Is tha

This town was a lovers' stage But now you can't recognize The streetlights that are daggers to your eyes You can't find your bearings You're slipping into the ground The scene has no colour and no sound Do you still believe in me After the things I'v

The sun bleeds in, hear the magpie sing for sorrow It makes things better Maybe we'll get to spread our wings tomorrow If luck will let us Can anyone fly into these grey skies? Is there somewhere I'm meant to be? Sea fog comes, like a river rolls a s

I'm going back to a time when we owned this town Down Powdermill Lane and the battlegrounds We were friends and lovers and clueless clowns I didn't know I was finding out how I'd be torn from you When we talked about things we were gonna do We were w

Have you been feeling that pull? And are you hearing that call? Because you've got everything that you need to make a start I had a dream of my own Just walking get out of my home And going I don't know where to sing beneath the stars Your whole life

Fearful child, have faith in brighter days Stay until this darkness fades away Lie still beside me I'll hold you now, I'll hold you forever Winter's hand will freeze your heart again Doors will close, no time to start again Nothing is given Except th

The more we rush about, the less we do I never saw you drift away The more we spin around, the less we move I never saw your spirit break I wish that I could be your journeys end But you were only passing through, yeah It's not for me to try to stay

In a city like mine there's no point in fighting I close my eyes, see you and me driving If I am a river, you are the ocean Got the radio on, got the wheels in motion We were silenced by the night Just you and I, we're gonna rise again Divided from t

Lover I remember laying out our map Throwing our possessions in the van Your tapes piled on the back seat And a camera in your hand Dressed for our arrival in the strangeland Strangeland blind You got no reason, you got no rhyme You get no time to pu