Sugar Army - Many A Mask
                    	
                    Lost control by the river
                    Beneath the morning sun
                    Beyond the shadows in the winter
                    Where the lines all glow
                    And we come round
                    Now its seems so much harder
                    For that blind face to speak in turn
                    Or will be erased as another
                    Mask slides into place until all alone
                    All will come to all will come together
                    All will come to all will come together