Turn of the Cards
RUNNING HARD Running hard towards what used to be Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web Painting lines upon your face inside instead Sounds so bad the music's flat on every line Songs of blackened lace know you're dying all the time Sounds so bad you let the music take your soul Slipping through the day Lose the only way you know Running hard towards what used to be Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly Reaching out for things you want to see Find reflections of insane reality La la ... Running hard towards what used to be Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly Reaching out for shadows passing through See the dark around is coming down on you I THINK OF YOU I love you like a stream flows restless to the sea See you like the mist touches clouds, touches me See you in the stars wherever you may be I think of you, think of you If ever you're near and have some time to spend I love you every way, love you like a friend And then when you leave a whisper in my mind I think of you, think of you When I see a bird fly over to the sea And the sun in the sky is shining warm and free And when I feel the wind blow cool over me I think of you, think of you THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND Changing moods and stranger feelings In my dealings with the world Faces that I've seen before am I sure Or has my brain turned Thinking about things I don't understand Thinking about things I don't understand Dreams and omens of my future Like a sculpture finely molded Stars that guide my destiny Tell me what I will be A chart unfolded Thinking about things I don't understand Thinking about things I don't understand Da da ... la la ... oh oh oh ... Seems there's plans for everyone The day will come and we will know We all are tied in with each other Everyone brothers One great flow Thinking about things I don't understand Thinking about things I don't understand La la la ... And in the morning of my time I'll try to understand I learn by what I find And love you if I can We don't need to know the answers To hope and pray for peace And each by what he can To make us all complete Oh oh oh ... BLACK FLAME I am words, I am speaking I never heard my conclusion Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion Lost inside the picture frame I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame I'm rearranged, it's changing me, the black flame Burns my blackened brain I am strong, I am leaving I never knew I'd feel the need so Where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know Screams inside the burning pain It's spinning head, it's under hand--the black flame It lies instead, I turned and I ran--the black flame On me, it fed,I understand--the black flame Burns my blackened brain Run from me, don't you see That we are one and I'm a part of you Get away, any way I'm still a secret in the heart of you And I'm the burning in your soul Now I'm weak, I am losing I never thought I'd stop trying I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying Just a symbol of the game Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame Extended reaching into space--the black flame Burns my blackened brain COLD IS BEING So cold is being lonely Behold the feeling lonely The living part is done The dying has begun The world is spinning slow So tired slow So cold is being sadness Behold the feeling sadness Oh how can we believe We earn what we receive The pain it overflows Overflows Lord won't you help us realise See through your eyes Within our lives The earth grows old The earth grows cold So cold is being tired Behold the feeling tired Stand quietly at the side Watch darkness open wide The light is growing dim So dim within MOTHER RUSSIA Pays the price, works the seasons through Frozen days, he thinks of you Cold as ice but he burns for you Mother Russia, can't you hear him too? Mother's son, freedom's overdue Lonely man, he thinks of you He isn't done, only lives for you Mother Russia, can't you hear him too? Punished for his written thoughts Starving for his fame Working blindly, building blocks Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow Red blood, white snow He knows frozen rivers won't flow So cold, so true Mother Russia--he cries for you Ooh ooh ... Bah dah dah dah ... Punished for his written thoughts Starving for his fame Working blindly, building blocks Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow Red blood, white snow He knows frozen rivers won't flow So cold, so true Mother Russia--he cries for you