Weathered statues Tin soldiers that march in our parks Wrapped in yellowed newsprint On their benches in the dark Their faces filled with sadness Sorrow
You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything
Statues without hearts stones with no feelin' Playin' out a part never feelin' what we say Statues without hearts stones with no feelin' That's what we
City of screaming statues Your soul will grow to understand and respect this place It will be with you in your heart, on your journey The gates of the
City of screaming statues City of screaming statues Your soul will grow to understand and respect this place
Weeping statues, Elvis sightings Visitations, man struck by lightning Everyday someone gets a sign It rips apart the fabric of their daily lives Is it
Through the eyes of suffering They've seen it all - the frames of being here When time draws near and everything is closing Life has remained the same
A dusty flute played Mozart a brace of pigeons on the window Sill shit down on the statues of abandon heroes They didn t care that someone will dust
They'll build statues in our likeness They wanted to be like us But did they ever like us anyway? We gave them the cold shoulder Our shoulders just got
Behind the leafs I can see your face, so filled with pain. The wings of yours are of no use, thy fethers are now stone. Your hands are reached out for
Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage I've got a filthy mind, love She's got those laser
Feel the wind slowly approaching from the deep fiords in the north Slaying the remains of the fading automn to reign and vigil earth As escort knights
[Music: Berholtz, Dimsdale] [Lyrics: Svensson] Feel the wind slowly approaching from the deep fiords in the north Slaying the remains of the fading automn
Delaney talks to statues As she dances ?round the pool She chases cats through Roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language of her
Lost and winter's on the way And the air is caving in And the streets are crumbling But you are with me Under the downtown city lights We become statues
[Margaret] What happened here? Well let?s see. On a central square, in a city of the sun rose a palace. It was high and handsome gleaming like the crown
lights out and my seat back as far as it will go casting shadows like statues i'm right outside your window there's no such thing as second chances there