Album: Forma

Wire

we have hurd the songs of angels
we have tasted flames from hell
we have seen the fallen hero
we have hurd the rain melt
and it all seems cleaner in the rain
and it all begins to look the same
we have come into this life time with only a few things on our side
although we are only mortal men the choice to change is yours and mine

and it all seems to be cleaner in the rain
and it all seems to look the same now the laughter turns to tears
and the seconds seem like years oh
but i am still holding on
driving through the tears

only one world we've been given
earth wind sea air
were burnning holes in the morning sky
and we have learned not to care (not to care)
and it all seems cleaner in the rain pouring rain and it all begins to look the same now the laughter turns to tears
and the minutes seem like years oh
but i am still holding on
driving through the tears

and it all seems cleaner in the rain pouring rain and it all begins to look the same
now the laughter turns to tears
and the days seem like years I hear the gods begin to cheer as we watch the skys disapear this is my exodus this is my high wire
why dont you send it to those
send it to those
send it to those
to those who care

but i am still holding on