Now the trains are getting late again Won’t sleep tonight All the people in the streets again They walk through my eyes
In the veins the cancer grows again But fails to kill Will you call me a disease again My thoughts all in vain
Caught in a dream now, We could have been Birds of passage in the dark they shine brighter In never-ending winter nights And while they were sleeping and not seeing a birds eye Leads the way To a better day than this and again We drowned in their grief
If they ever had a word to say They would stay calm Revolutions of the angry ones They won’t do no harm.