And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart, closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist
(drum solo)
us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge, quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand
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It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a
The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly
: Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of a war A weapon -- that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their
We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a
my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night escape the light of day Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A
in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possession -- A slave to the drive of obsession -- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission...
difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg -- And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a
: (Instrumental)
: Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide
Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear Walk hand in hand.
away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal -- a
: And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a friend