Thank The Academy! We were condemned to struggle Too much to overcome The leavings will outlive us But it?s okay to sink I must get rid of the parts
for it to be stopped right now We?ve been too weary, too much of what?s ahead In the distance, what have you done In the distance (2x) Won?t you ever
Is this true Or just the memories That force their way Back through every vein Reminding that your heart is beating Wake up now Worthless hope,
be persistant When we're standing at a distance So we keep waiting (waiting) Waiting on the world to change Now if we had the power To bring our
centuries ago has been heard by those who dwelled in a woe The distance of our
to remember a time when the images focused and the planets were aligned all the stars up above us let us travel through time they erase all the distance
Another suburban family morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies We can't hear anything at all
angel from above… Helped me find the Will… the Will to love… The Will to love… The Will to love… Game’s full of surprises. Live our share of compromises
witness, timin' was my mistress I guess it's in the stars for me to love you from a distance Uh, our ship sail, uh, the wind blows The door's always open but our
to beat the system When we're standing at a distance So we keep waiting (Waiting) Waiting on the world to change Now if we had the power To bring our
build a wall that nothing can break through And dream our dreams of dazzling blue Sweet July and we drove the Montauk Highway And walked along the cliffs above
of Peace, our Lord From the manjor, what they saw in the distance Was the misty silhouette of three kings Bringing all their most precious jewels to our
same things, maybe Discover the joy that togetherness brings, baby We could share our records, we could see the same plays Even plan our vacations for the very same days We'll put our
casette play for longer than a decade As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days The eyeballs
, Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah were all we learned in school Not that we gave Hussein five billion Not of our new bed partner the Syrian And of
sentences, only the few is risen I made it out the hood but my people still there Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair I still care from a distance
Endless distance, wildlife and stars Blanket the night You lying beside me, darlin' Eyes wide open While the wide arc of the globe is turning We feel
