With a retro beat playing in my soul
A drummer calling us to the tragedy of dance...

And my thoughts cross countries
To where the talk is so strange...

Peace at a price
Surrender to the whims and dictations of...

The cascades of the silver curtain, slipping by...
Creeping down the cobbles, concealing her pale...

It's been a long hard slog from sleep
Hiding from the holes I've punched in my...

I can hear the footsteps walking away from me
More light filled hope evading me...

They say I'm running out of hours
But these days are hard to see...

He sits there alone
Once again he's on his own...

There's a sailor in the skies
He leaps around his deck...

The days pass in a fashion
Styled on those of long ago...

When will the world wake up
From its sleeping game...

His throne was christened in a gown of silver...
That sailed down from the skyline as the sun had...