Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moonAnd throwing down a glow on this flourescent tuneAnd cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bedShadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he readVoid of movement void of feelingVoid of lifeShadows crackles Spanish church in the nightDon't feel sour in the far window thereDon't be bothered by the words in your headWhen the sun goes downAnd just a nightThis will be bring up prettySome old fireMakes what's dead come aliveFor the long and lonely rideAncient highwayDesert dust diamond lit skyLike some lost planetNever breathes any lifeAnd barely movingBroken ears bend and crawlTalk to where you're stuck inI won't cease until dawnWake me up when you can hearThe sound of people getting nearWhere what's dead becomes aliveAnd there's a long and lonely rideWho can know there's so much life around us thinsLife from heaven smiles down on this roomSome parade of coloursMarching on music trailsMorning slips to eveningFalls through holes in between daysAnd you can loose another yearWhere are the pictures perfect teen?And where what's dead come aliveAnd where you are comes alive
