Album: Rites Of Passage (1992)

Virginia Woolf

Some will strut and some will fret see this an hour on the stage others will not but they'll sweat in their hopelessness in the rage we're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page they published your diary and that's how i got to know you key to the room of your own and a mind without end here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friend so i know i'm alright my life will come my life will go still i feel it's alright I just got a letter to my soul when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue empty pages for the no longer young the apathy of time laughs in my face you say each life has its place the hatches were battened thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed battles surrounded the white flag of your youth but if you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof so you know it's alright your life will come your life will go still you'll feel it's
alright someone will get a letter to your soul when your whole life was on the tip of you tongue empty pages for the no longer young the apathy of time laughed in your face did you hear me say each life has its place the place where you hold me is dark in a pocket of truth the moon has swallowed the sun and the light of the earth and so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life but sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirth so we know it's alright life will come and life will go still we know it's alright someone will get a message to your soul then you know it's alright and you feel it's alright (when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue empty pages for the no longer young) then you know it's alright and you feel it's alright (each life has its place you say each life has its place) it's alright