everyone you hold,
everyone you told
knows.
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Everyone you hold
leaves you something of themself;
everyone you told
spreads your secret on the
warehouse shelf
and everybody buys it
for everyone's in commerce
and in trade.
When every sweet embrace
has faded
the voices dip, the faces
dim and memory drifts away -
still you stay in everyone
you hold.
Everyone you hold
no, they never leave your
side;
everybody knows
there are secrets we can't
hope to hide.
If everyone is with you
then you can never be alone
at all
and everyone forgives you
-
accumulated whispers, Chinese
walls.
Now everyone you knew
with smiles that you've
seen through
is waving distant semaphore:
we flag, it's true....
But you're still in everyone you hold.
Everyone you hold,
everyone you hold,
everyone you told
knows.
Self-belief
glues together personality;
well-accomplished in all
vanity,
in a life-long dream the
consciousnesses stream
through as many lives as
this: all the voices in our heads.
My brother's keeper
under no lock or key
will you always look out
for me?
I don't remember, I don't
remember,
I don't remember the names,
the essential's familiar,
the personality's under change....
Through your eyes
I can see reflections of
my own,
I feel I'm losing sight
of all I've known
and I'm spiralling down,
in the gene-pool drowned....
Truth is buried deep and
just as well:
we've as many lives as lies
we tell,
all the seld-taught fragments
of fractured personalities.
I don't remember your name.
It's all plain sailing in
the dry dock;
it's all downhill from here,
in the rubble, taking stock...
with no sense of feeling
nothing comes as a shock.
You remind me of the girlfriend
I never had:
never fitted the equation,
I was never quite one of the lads.
Still I remember that my
feelings were always touch and go
once I thought I knew all
that, now I just don't know.
The wrap's about to happen,
the scene is already blocked,
black-out's already plotted
and the cameras are locked:
when everything's over nothing
comes as a shock.
I remember that my feelings
were always touch and go
once I thought I knew it
all, now I just don't know.
The storm cloud's broken
and the old rule's fallen down;
the winds of history whip
us naked.
Nothing's familiar on the
streets of the old town
and chaos is the currency.
It doesn't matter if no-one
else can hear us now...
It's time to send in clear,
send
in clear.
Here
in the Safe House,
fear
in the Safe House
No messages for coding,
no sense in subterfuge...all
hope's in flight,
but here we are and here
it's ending.
Last secrets to be whispered
and the dying of the light
are all that we have left
now.
It doesn't matter if no-one
else can hear,
now we can say what we want,
all is open.
At least it doesn't matter,
no-one can get near us now...
It's time to send in clear.
Here
in the Safe House...
all
clear
And they're coming for you
now, if you're ready or you're not
and they're coming for you
now - are you ready?
No, you're not and they're
here.
You could tell me anything
you want,
you could tell me all your
secret wishes;
only in our eyes, only in
our eyes
we made the soul kiss
and we will never pass this
way again
we will never know each
other better;
ships pass in the night
and in their wake they leave
just phosphorescence.
You could tell me any lies
you want,
it wouldn't change the way
I feel about this;
only in our eyes, only in
our eyes
we made the soul kiss
and we will never pass this
way again
but we'll always feel each
other's presence...
ships pass in the night
and when we wake we're left
with phosphorescence
Out of my grasp
the future floods my fingers:
the blood that binds the
bone
for us a given, unforgiving
known.
All
I've known unknowing
Although I'm stumbling onward
on the words
The script is always clasped
within my hand, encrypted.
now
I see...
A loosening grip,
a palm asweat from clenching...
the binding's ripped, leaves
fluttering to the floor.
The book slips through my
fingers,
all the pages falling open.
Cutting figures of pride
and will
like Leonardo cartoons
we go flying formation in
our hot-air speech balloons.
Can't go back, can't reverse...
no-one here really quite
believes
the bubble's going to,
the bubble's going to,
the bubble's going to burst.
I fell off the raft of self-assurance
into undertow that sucked
me dry and deep;
bent double by thought bubbles
flooding through my blood
I surfaced from a lifetime's
worth of sleep.
I remember once I gave myself
the lecture,
swore on life as both a
blessing and a curse
but all solid faith seems
nothing but conjecture
now the bubble's going to,
bubble's going to,
bubble's going to,
bubble's going to burst.
And our bones become the
coral of the future
and we slake the life-long
thirst;
with a pin-prick, on a reef
like a razor,
the bubble's going to burst.
The bubble's sure to burst.
No disillusion or despair
will be defeat,
no simple disappointment
should stay you
get up upon your feet,
stand up: life is sweet
with will we'll all shine
through...
Don't
you ever give up on me
I
will never give up on you
Don't
you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know quite what you
Can
do
can do,
can do.
When the long wave of the
future breaks
we're all transmitters and
receivers,
babes, and we're swaddled
in the changeling room.
If this is nothing less
than mystic
and yet something more than
strange
still there's nothing worth
remembering for tomorrow you could ever change...
I think you got it,
I think you got it,
it's in the pocket.
You know your place, you
know your name, you got your slot,
you got the strength to
be exactly what you want to.
With faith in faith intact,
time to test the given facts:
when we wake we'll be made
brand new
and I'll be there right
beside you.
I believe in time we'll
all shine through...
Don't
you ever give up on me
I
will never give up on you
Don't
you ever say "Can't", if you know that's not true
Don't
you ever say "Won't", when you know you'll pull through
Don't
you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know what you
Can
do.
Can do,
can do.
Don't you say you can't
do it; till you try you don't know what you can do.
You say you can't do it
- says who?
I
can offer you tenderness.
What is gone is gone, it
can be no more,
so we must move along and
close the door.
I'm not his match, this
I confess -
but
still I offer you tenderness.
No
more, no less:
I
can offer you tenderness.
He'll stay with you, I know...
now's the time to remember
and let go.
Life will turn around though
now it's growing dim,
although you feel the light's
gone out with him.
Cry out all your tears,
you loved him best -
still
I offer you tenderness,
no
more, no less;
deep
in your distress
I'm
here to offer some tenderness.
I'm
here to offer you tenderness.
All
I can offer's tenderness.
Remember and let go.
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