MARILLION - Blind Curve lyrics
rate me(fish / marillion)<br><br>A) vocal under a bloodlight<br><br>Last night you said I was cold, untouchable<br>A lonely piece of action from another town<br>I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely<br>Can't you stay away? <br>Just leave me alone with my thoughts<br>Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself<br><br>B) passing strangers<br><br>Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights<br>Cold moan, held on the crest of the night<br>I'm too tired to fight<br><br>So now we're passing strangers, at single tables<br>Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers<br>All those passing strangers<br><br>And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies<br>Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper<br><br>C) mylo<br><br>Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down<br>And we sat and we cried on the phone<br>I never felt so alone<br>He was the first of our own<br>Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity<br>Some of us go down in a haze of publicity<br>The price of infamy, the edge of insanity<br><br>Another holiday inn, another temporary home<br>And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone<br>'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'<br><br>So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain<br>And he looked out the window and it started to rain<br>I thought maybe I've already gone crazy<br>So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door<br>And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor<br>Inviting me to a casual obscenity<br><br>D) perimeter walk<br><br>It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here<br>All the collisions<br>Wasted, I've never been so wasted<br>I've never been this far out before<br><br>Perimeter walk<br>There's a presence here<br>I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical<br><br>There's a presence<br>A childhood, my childhood<br>My childhood, childhood<br>A misplaced childhood<br>My childhood, a misplaced childhood<br>Give it back to me, give it back to me<br>A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood<br>Oh please give it back to me<br><br>E) threshold<br><br>I saw a war widow in a launderette<br>Washing the memories from her husband's clothes<br>She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat<br>A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes<br><br>I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns<br>Trying to pick up a war<br>They're going to even the score<br>Oh... I can't take any more<br>I see black flags on factories<br>Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor<br>I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways<br>Does anybody care, I can't take any more!<br>Should we say goodbye? <br>Hey<br><br>I see priests, politicians? <br>The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags<br>I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam<br><br>I can't take any more, should we say goodbye<br>How can we justify? <br>They call us civilised!
