Taunting Cobras
Hey You
She's gonna get you
If you go walking by this corner slow
Don't think she's gonna let you leave
Just because you want to go
Boy you ain't seen nothin' yet
It's a long train of regret
Puppets get no second chance
Pull that string they gotta dance
Parallel addiction is a double crucifixion
When your always out there feeding your head
Always channel surfing cause your brain it isn't working
When you’re looking at that moment just remember
Don't look
Don't stray
Don't talk it over
No time
No way
Listen to me I'm cold sober
You're just out there taunting Cobras
Hey you
Who's gonna warn you
When it's something you don't want to know
Don't think
It won't deform you
Twist your mind then let it go
Boy you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
It’s a long train of regret
Puppets get no second chance
Pull that strings they gotta dance
Welcome to the prison
Let me tell ya what you’re missing
I’ve been coming here for nearly a year
Out there was my corner
Till I came in for a water
Mixed with Whiskey
And a chaser of sideway glances
Don’t look
Handful Of Rain
The night is growing dark
The barmaid walks on over
And the mind goes numb
Wash your women
And the night rolls on
There’s a land beyond the living
And the night rolls on
There’s an old man in the corner
The whiskey’s getting deeper
The night is growing dark
And the night rolls on
Chance
He was standing all alone
See the Devil in the streets at night
And this he knows if nothing more
See the Devil he is so intense
That waiting in the dark like destiny
Burn the night away
Pictures at an exhibition
I fear you
I believe in nothing
Father can you hear me
I believe that situations
Look away
Pictures at an exhibition
Stare Into the Sun
He never closed his eyes
He came back from a war
Watching waiting
He fought for things so clear
Watching waiting
And now he only hears
Watching waiting
Castles Burning
In the dark and bleeding
Fools and faith conspire
Kings without their armor
In the end the children cried
Coffins drowned in roses
In the maze he wanders
In the end the children cried
And does the pendulum toll
Do you rage against the dark
He’s seen it all before
Visions
Watching You Fall
There
On a TV mounted on the wall
Is there a trick to the art of not feeling
On a TV mounted on the wall
Better not think about it
It’s not that we lack the vision
So close my eyes and pretend I am sleeping
On a TV mounted on the wall
Nothing’s Going On
Cheshire cat
Car rolls by
But nothings going on
Twisted nerves
Gone too far
Nothings going on
She’s no queen of hearts
Just a hardcore dancer
Nothings going on Top
Symmetry
So would you tell me now
My life is burning
I want to live my life with you
And in your arctic night
My life is burning
I want to live my life with you
Some nights I spend alone inside my head
I want to spend my life with you
Alone You Breathe
You were never one for waiting
Which of us is now in exile
You believed in things that I will never know
You’re thrown it all away
In the dark a distant runner
You believed in things that I will never know
You’ve thrown it all away
And if this is all illusion
Like Icarus who heeds the calling
Tomorrow
Perhaps inside
What am I to do
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Standing on a dream
Tomorrow and after
Tomorrow and after
Don’t stray
Don’t talk it over
No time
No way
Listen to me I’m cold sober
You’re just out there taunting Cobras Top
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he’s never found
Until it’s feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
In your Whiskey
When your future’s
In the past
And your staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years you’ve
Had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As you’re adding up the cost
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
There’s a land beyond the dead
If it’s true that God’s forgiving
Of the lives that we had led
In the distance there’s a thunder
And the air is thick and warm
And the patrons watch with wonder
The approaching of the storm
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
And he’s smoking all the time
An the smoke is drifting upward and it’s
Twisting in my
Twisting in my
Mind
In my mind
And I use it like a moat
There’s a blues man in the distance and he’s
Lost inside his
Note
His note
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For an handful of rain Top
Trying to find the words to say
When every prayer he ever prayed
Was gone
And the dreams he’s never owned
Are still safely tucked away
Until tomorrow he just
Carries on
See him running in the pouring rain
See him grinning 'neath a twisted light
I’ll be back again
See the people standing in a row
See them nodding like a field of grain
No one sees the sickle though
Coming 'cross the plain
That waiting in the dark like destiny
Are those who kissed the dogs of war
And there is no tomorrow
No tomorrow
Take a chance
Take a chance
See the Devil go and change his name
What’s the going price of innocence
It can’t be the same
Is it dark when the moon is down
Is it dark with a single flame
If there’s glass falling all all around
I am not to blame
And this he knows if nothing more
Are those who kissed the dogs of war
And there is no tomorrow
No tomorrow
Take a chance
Played as he stood his trance
Staring at his inhibitions
All the time believing
That it now came down to nothing but this chance
Your silence
Your blindless
See what you want to see
In darkness
One kindness
One moment
Tell me what you believe
Never really had to
In regards to your life
Rumors that are not true
Who’s defending evil
Surely never I
Who would be the witness
Should you chance to die
This is not how was meant to be
I am safe and so are you
As for the others destiny
All depend on circumstance
Look away
Played as he stood in his trance
Staring at his inhibitions
All the time believing
That it now came down to
Nothing but this chance Top
Or so we theorized
But we were young and bold
And he was mostly old
And his time nearly done
On some forgotten shore
And sat and watched the world
And never said a word
And so I asked for one
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun
And never thought he’d fear
A brother or his child
Or killing having style
Watch the colors run
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun
And his eyes they only tear
So tread most carefully
For he’s still listening
Watch the colors run
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating hat was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun Top
With the shadows seething
There he stands alone
Questions of desire
That they never owned
Men without their honor
Spit out desecration
Pieces of a nation
Buried in the ground
Screams without a sound
Burn the castle down
That the jackal surely lied
When he said please listen all
Do not look behind these walls
And the war he chose is
Fought inside the mind
Death becomes compelling
When the soul’s for selling
And the world is blind
Looks about and ponders
Shadows mock and taunt him
And the ghosts that haunt him
Chain him to the ground
Screams without a sound
Burn the castle down
That the jackal surely lied
When said please listen all
Do not look behind these walls
Against the side of he soul
When if feels the final moment is near
Try to re-write the part
Turn around and face what you fear
What you fear
Close your eyes and close the door
And the dreams that nights embrace
Slowly leave behind a trace Top
(Instrumental)
In the dark
There’s a child and she’s waiting
Lost in the maze of a fait accompli
Is it a crime to be just hesitating
While we’re pretending that we never see
From this distance I can see it all
And I’ve been out here
Watching you
Watching you fall
Safe in our world while another’s child bleeds
Praying that God won’t demand a redealing
Of cards we have held and pretend you don’t need
From this distance I can see it all
And I’ve been out here
Watching you
Watching you fall
In time we’ll start to doubt it
Christ has risen
Keep him hidden
God forbid he sees
Only just a quick decision
Who will blame us
Rules restrain us
It’s all in history
Avoiding the chance that you’ll visit my dreams
From this distance I can see it all
And I’ve been out here
Watching you fall Top
Done rip your soul
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn your back
Move real slow
Fade it to black
Fade it to black
Nothings going on
On shifting feet
Taking up slack
Taking up slack
Can’t retreat
Cover you tracks
Cover you tracks
But she’s good to me
Bring her coffin roses
Brush her thorns
Let it bleed
Puppet on a string
One crippled romancer
Strung so tight
Gotta watch her swing
Are life and death a symmetry
Balanced on scales
Neither side chosen
And could these moments
Balance out against eternity
Promise inferred
Words never spoken
Could you read by the light
Letters I’ve written
Never to follow
Poets and madmen
All defy reason
Still in my mind I know
Dying hard
Play my whole hand until it’s through
Dying hard
You contemplate eternity
Walking on water
Frozen in silence
And in that moment would you
Turn around and turn to me
Laughing away night’s darker tyrants
Could you read by the light
Letters I’ve written
Never to follow
Poets and madmen
All defy reason
Still in my mind I know
Dying hard
Play in my whole hand until it’s through
Dying hard
But it’s better than losing it
And if you want to turn your life around
It’s your life you’re choosing it
Dying hard
Play the whole hand until it’s through
Dying hard Top
Still I always thought you’d wait for me
Have you from your dream awakened
And from where you are what do you see
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe
You were out there drowning but it never showed
ŒTill inside a rain swept night you just let go
And now we’ll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life
You were out there drowning but it never showed
ŒTill inside a rain swept night you just let go
And now we’ll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
Nothing more than pure delusion
Clinging to a fading fantasy
Of a sun but now is falling
As the feathers of his life fall free
Can you see
See
And after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here
Believing
That in the dark
There is a clue
This midnight sky
Perhaps tomorrow’s new born eyes
Or then again
We’ll never know
And after all
This was the show
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Isn’t what it seems
Could we then reclaim a dream refused
Knowing what we know
Could we let it go
Realizing that all the years are used
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark I hear your screams
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue Top