- A Strange Education
I'll walk this long road
'Till I find my way home
To somewhere familiar
To lay down my bones
The trouble is, nothing looks the same
The trouble is, I don't think it ever will
- Alright
Grasping like a child to fears of being left behind
Scratching in the sand for the lost things
Pouring water on dead flowers hoping they might grow again
Might grow again, might grow again
Woken up at night by an empty heart
We'll cry ourselves to sleep
It was a false start
A false start
- Asleep At The Wheel
The first duty of man
Is to collect as many things as he can
Nothing should stand in his way
This should be his sole pursuit
Time-wasting is a crime
And history is just a noise
For God is void
- Break
I like my loneliness and the thoughts it brings
The darkness can sometimes be a pleasure to me
I stand around on the outside of it peering from the edge
Looking for the answers to the questions I’ll never ask
It’s from this place we’ll find our peace
And reconcile our bitterness
We have to
- Giving In
Eleven months and nineteen days
You kept me running around your maze
When did I lose my self control?
I'm giving in to you
I'm giving in to you, giving into you
Well, I don't want to hurt your pride
It's your precious other side
- Guernica
Don’t throw any bones to the dogs of war
Though these legs of mine won’t dance anymore
The Discount King of Carpet-bomb Land
Lays down each night with those dogs at his hand
He feeds them scraps of human remains
Then turns his back to count his gains
Before a painting of her misery
- Human
Electric light won’t shine through
My darkest thoughts they stick like glue
Too many hours till the daytime comes
And in the meantime I can watch
Shadows dance on my bedroom wall
As sleepless nights take their toll
Take their toll
- Keep Forgetting
Ninety days will protect our ways
Fire puts out fire
We'll build walls then we'll build them higher
This will keep them out
The street's on fire
The street's on fire
They'll push you down again, oh
- Maybe Someday
Please could you hold this
I can't take it anymore
I'm bruised and broken
Rest my head against the floor
Well, I'm fed up with this train of events
Wondering what to do next
Yeah, I'm fed up with this train of events
- Moving To Berlin
We’ve got to get out of this place
The people here are tired and mean
I watched them slash the prophet’s face
With a shard from one of our broken dreams
They give us wine then they take it away
And their neon shrines burn night and day
What are we doing here
Where poets are hanged
- Race To The City
Progress is so good
You've got to keep it moving
You have to be rich
Or richer than your father
Money matters always seem to get you down
But money doesn't matter when you're dead
Everything will be alright
- she talks to the trees
Did you dig up that dead duck
To see if the earth had got to it yet?
You buried it deep, but Heaven cannot keep
All of those toys you leave behind
Did you get your fingers in a mess
Get dirt on your pretty party dress?
Well, I'm sure you’ll still wear it with
pride