nostalgia

all of this moment turns into an ache
there's nothing here to ease or to distract
no reason we can see for calm or tact
it's easy to wonder if life's a mistake

the city stands and has not yet been sacked
we aren't the ones who have to see it fall
there's nothing left to do but to stand tall
there's someone here who tells the lie from fact

you know that you just want to cry and bawl
there's nothing left for you to criticise
and still so much to hate and to despise
we will not answer when we hear you call

at any time there's hope to win the prize
but you and i are not the ones who'll gain
we still may love the sun and hate the rain
but cannot understand what fogs our eyes

there's nothing left that is not clear and plain
all time has come and gone and we are here
we cannot hold the entire world too dear
although we know it gives us only pain

we keep our hurtful feelings far too near
there's so much we can say and keep inside
the things that we just know we have to hide
will go with us until we reach the bier

we think of this and want to keep our pride
since we are just here to go on the ride

a single point

all thought comes down to one reliable fact
the world has given us so little choice
but we are still supposed to show our tact
all thought comes down to one reliable fact

we are the ones who never can be sacked
because we always speak with a strange voice
all thought comes doen to one reliable fact
the world has given us so little choice

an objective statement

the end of every journey is the same
we reach the place and wonder why
there is no difference in the sea and sky

there's nothing hidden but the final name
rain falls and falls but the road is dry
the end of every journey is the same

a moment passes and so does the flame
we know what's secret but we do not pry
a thought so fleeting that we see it fly
the end of every journey is the same

do mandan reyes

laws have to go as petulant kings command
that is the way and we must all comply
we bow before the scented royal hand
laws have to go as petulant kings command

the spokesman's answer is studied and bland
his smiling mouth gives forth the obvious lie
laws have to go as petulant kings command
that is the way and we must all comply

the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky
our king is saddened see his weary brow
bottle his tears if he should chance to cry
the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky

far from us sense and justice have to fly
honesty's vanished and we can't tell how
the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky
our king is saddened see his weary brow

old principles they are not needed now
raw noble power must govern all the land
all good traditions we must disavow
old principles they are not needed now

we're governed by the mad boar and sow
they tell us that we just won't understand
old principles they are not needed now
raw noble power must govern all the land

consonance

fragments of thought adrift through time
all seem to come together when it's right
to name the victim of the greater crime
fragments of thought adrift through time

and in the end true consonantal rhyme
seems to have sparkled in the fading light
fragments of thought adrift through time
all seem to come together when it's right

just listening

the power to take you out of your own place
and set you down right where you most desire
a single voice does better than a choir

all that we know is that we yearn for grace
although each moment we're down to the wire
the power to take you out of your own place

there's wonder hidden behind every face
that's the plain truth you know i am no liar
there's no smoke but we can see the fire
the power to take you out of your own place