Lost Ideas

It's like raking dead leaves in the wind
It's like saints living lives without sin
It's like raking dead leaves in the wind
It's like saints living lives without sin.

(Humming to the tune of Hurricane)

All my thoughts are useless
They keep me from seeing the bright light
Falling down this well now
They keep me feeling breathless.

Where is your heart?
Can we beat this if...
(Oh shit, I'll have to do it a bit slower there)
Where is your heart?
Can we beat this if we all
Tear the borders break the walls
Together as one.

Where is your heart?
Can we beat this if we all
Tear the borders break the walls
Together as one.

Takes the blame for the pain inside
Swore to [?]
No signs, no endings, never act the same [?]

If there was a plan to fail I would've found another way
To start over again and reset
I realised that if they told us to change
Then we would always stay the same
You can steal the sun
It wouldn't be enough.

Working man
Working man
(Talking)
(Just try and hold it on for like a millisecond longer, just so you can hear it properly, only like a fraction)
Working man
Working man
Working man
Working man.

So when the saints go marching in
So when the saints go marching in
So when the saints go marching in
So when the saints go marching in.

It's all gone right to my head
Wondering why we're not all dead
It's safe to say I'm not alone in this
Something deep within we miss.

(Instrumental)

(Introduction to Empire of Silence)

Are we all alone?

(Instrumental)

(Piano piece to the tune of You Are We)

The grass isn't greener on the other side
So find peace living life at the edge of your eyes.

The grass isn't greener on the other side
So find peace living life at the edge of your eyes.

(Acoustic guitar version of Civil Isolation)

...can give
And you'd do better on your own
The longer I live, I learn that we don't belong
We've taken more than we can give
And you'd do better on your own
Mother Earth will keep on turning, turning
Mother Earth will keep on turning, turning
Mother Earth will keep on turning, turning
Mother Earth will keep on turning.