We call it even
In our hearts
An independent state
Now you're lost
On the side
You're lost
On the way
On the way
On the way

Oh, how did the
Neeson's son
Get up by the sun
To wear a pony
And then
Yeah
On the way

Just tell him no
Tears of rage
Tears of grief
Why must I always
Be the thief
Can't deny
Your love
And your tears
And your tears
So ...
Tell my life
It's cold
. . .
. . .

It was oh so
Boom
Boom
Someday
Failure lands when you run out to be seen
All the violence and inflection
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it were the curse
The only kind of love you'd give is
Which goes from bed
To bed
To walls
Tears of rage
Tears of grief
Why must I always
Be the fear
Come tonight, you'll know it
Soon
Soon
Soon









Soon
And my life
Is cold
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
Till so late
Till so brief
Why must I always
Be the thief
Or come to now
You know it
So wrong
And my life
Is cold
And my life