All the poems of my neighbors That drift across the sand Are just the tendrils of a vast But gentle pluck which they command
The headdress of a goddess You wore the night we came Is only one small symptom And really not to blame
You're riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Heaven sent immortals Waged upon the wall And likewise all the missiles Shot to make them fall
Everlasting movie Picture into frame
Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger
All of the beaches Into the sky Into the beach of sun-glass goodbye
Key grip was crying This boy was made Here in the shelter Whole unafraid We were there
Follow the road that leads to the sun Who formed our leader he is the one Who will offer the silence You must beware Using the page that no one can share
Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Out of the morning Into the day Onto the evening Nowhere to stay
We were always together Always the same Into the future No one to blame
Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger
(by Horn/Downes)
Steve Howe - Guitar, Vocals Chris Squire - Bass Guitar, Vocals Alan White - Drums Geoff Downes - Keyboards Benoît David – Lead Vocals
Produced by Trevor Horn Recorded at: SARM West Coast Studios, Los Angeles