The world on your shoulders The love of your mother The fear of the future The best years behind you The world is getting older The times they fall behind
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied Losing all that I had At least with all my heart intact In 1985, Orwell was proved right Torvill and Dean's bolero Redundant
Empty souls will leave their homes To find a place where they're alone Rattling memories and hollow bones Leaves a taste so bitter and cold For empty
If the love between us has faded away Left in the rain, scratching at the stains The paralyzed future, the past sideways crawl I must give up on this,
When the disappearing begins The ghosts we kept within Can break free from inside And untie our blindfold eyes To repel ghosts To repel ghosts To repel
Always, never on my mind Always, always out of time Always, always letting someone down Always, always wanting more Always, always stand-alone Always,
Solitude sometimes is The place that I would like to live Solitude sometimes is When nothing really seems to fit If black were truly black not gray It
And all the masks I carry on my face For you, for another some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft
When did life get so, get so complicated When did time start, start accelerating Make life slower Stop life growing If we can still fall in love If we
I live to fall asleep It's when I stop the hate I never want to dream It infiltrates beauty I live to fall asleep Regenerate and sin Skin so tense gives
Strung out eyes as cold as worship Two minutes silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against
Emily, Emily, you're gift to me Emily, a modern sense of beauty Emily, as precious as your memory A simple word called liberty The relics, the ghosts