Heading for the great escapeHeading for the raveHeading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the winter tripHeading for the slideHeading for the dignified walk away
Heading for the open roadGoodbye to all thatHeading for the automatic overload
Standing in the open boatStanding in the swingWaiting for the ringing and the bright light
Waiting to be recognisedQuiet applause will doThey shower you with flowers when they bury you
You’re holding on, you’re holding on
I. The Last of YouJust when I thought I’d seen the last of youYou come here scratchin’ at my doorYour pain and anger’s in the howling darkOf every corridor I walk
So tell me more about the love that you rejectedTell me more about the trust you disrespectedI still don’t know, why did you hurt the very oneWhy did you hurt the very oneThat you should have protected?
II. Falling from the MoonDon’t ask me why I’m doing thisYou wouldn’t understandYou’re asking the wrong questionsYou couldn’t understand
A bridge is not a high placeThe fifty-second floorIcarus would knowA mountain isn’t far to fall
When you’ve fallenWhen you’ve fallen from the moon
There’s murder on the streetI’m ashes on the water now, somewhere far awayI have fallen, fallen from the moon








