The colours rise and rain above the shadow town awe struck with
love.
You'll never see a war time dove. How could we say, how could we
know we'd make these feelings grow.
The slow burning euphoria, the bright phantasmagoria, the morning
black Victoria; all of them fools, why they see, she's ancient
history.
And I could fly with the breeze in my hair, no I just couldn't
care. High and dry; someone send up a flare 'cos we're losing our
air. I used to think it was naive to think you could do anything
if you believe.
Oh, it's so much easier than you know.
Oh, ignite the fuse; ten seconds to go.
Oh, send a distress call; she's gonna blow.
Same world: different colours.
And as the dawn on new friends falls, the others round them raise
their walls, but still you'll hear them cry their calls: Freedom
for all, A middle way, Let all men have their say.
The time has come to forget what has been and just wipe the slate
clean: it's begun. You will know what I mean and you know it's
obscene: though the maps may show you all the lines, they won't
ever display to you their crimes.
Oh, it's so much easier than you know.
Oh, ignite the fuse; ten seconds to go.
Oh, send a distress call; she's gonna blow.
Same world: different colours
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