Progress, well that’s something I thought I understood.

Faster will thrill me. Slower will kill me. Years become days. Hours become seconds.

I don’t hate it all, but I know I should.

Sacrifice, well that’s something I thought I understood.

My water will cool you. My words will still you. Pain becomes tears. Rage becomes sleep.

I don’t always make the time, but I know I should.

Honesty, well that’s something I thought I understood. Lies are for Children, Treachery is the real stuff. Clouds become thunder. Prayers buried underground.

Why do I never speak up when I know I should.

Fragility, well that’s something I thought I understood.

The cost is plenty, but the corridors are empty. Wind turns to fire. Rain becomes flood.

I should have written this years ago. I know I should.

Can you imagine? If you stare into a pool

there’s no reflection. No earthly trace of you

You were never born, no, you were never born

Can you imagine? When you listen to my voice there is no sound. No tremble of love

No secret is learned, not one secret

So lose yourself in promise, Where every soul is born. Unfold your flags, weave them together. among the crowds and the traffic

With all your magic instruments torn

Can you imagine? When light meets the rain

it just disappears, so you never get to wonder

how a rainbow is formed, a rainbow is formed

Can you imagine? That walls can be torn down, without the pounding of guns

No final heartbeat. We must never be afraid, never be afraid.

Soon with the clarity of tears and the vivid splash of words, wash away our decorated billboard life and all the vagaries of the game that just repeat themselves

Can you imagine? When greed becomes worthless and reveals grace and care suddenly we understand it is all within. It is all within.

Arrogance and anger are never petrified to dust and all those battle sounding trumpeteers will always get a mention in the history of lust

Indecision, like a fist through a window amid the vertigo and the noise, until a final bell strokes midnight like a feather on a leaf with all the mystery it enjoys

When late night brings nothing but a chill Stacked paper tiger dreams on Indian cotton Like a history lesson in fashion. Patterns woven through cloth. Intentioned, never mentioned

Look back down Clarity Road, Charity Road

There’s a shop on the corner sells second-hand clothes. Clarity Road

Not all of the memories way back in my mind Dark hidden corner hurt, could or should be said. Written with a stick in the sand, hours later words disappear. Deep lines, washed by tides.

Look back down Clarity Road, Charity Road

There’s a shop on the corner, sells second-hand clothes. Clarity Road

Reader of what is true beneath the thinnest skin. All seeing open heart, don’t ask me to tell you

Trust in the passage of time to put things in order. Book pages, life stages

Look back down Clarity Road, Charity Road

There’s a shop on the corner, sells second-hand clothes. Clarity Road

Your burning Galleon, your love shot eyes Every spark, climbs into the night sky

Head in your hands, Pages torn, Gipsy dresses that were never worn

Clean lines, dive into the green and blue

Clean lines, let the firmament watch over you

Hold yourself unbroken. Lift yourself unspoken. Clean lines

Never walk back through dead leaves.

The Universe, will always stare back at you

When time travels, he wears his devil’s face and he will drag you screaming from your secret place.

Clean lines, dive into the green and blue

Clean lines, where every hare will leap for you

Hold yourself unbroken. Lift yourself unspoken. Clean lines. Swim out to your Island. Clean lines. Hear the Dolphins chatter Hold yourself unbroken, lift yourself unspoken

Clean lines

Chic a boom – Chic a boom. I used to hang around that phrase

But I got out of that vibe. Time to mend my ways

Chic a boom - Chic a boom. I used to field every call

But when incest creeps, the Roman Empire falls

They used to find me halfway up her stairs Counting bars in my head. Brain dead…

Chic a boom

Chic a boom - Chic a boom. Those lovely secrets in your case

You can play Double Agent, until the young Dude takes your place

They used to find me asleep at the mixing board, ghosting riffs in my head. Brain dead…

Chic a boom

Chic a boom - Chic a boom. A thousand wasted licks on the spool

Toxic cells, crowding round the gene pool

They used to find me, out on the roof at Gino’s

All the magic had gone from my hands

Guess you were making other plans

Chic a boom. Chic a boom - Chic a boom

Tearing at the Crust of fate. I dare you. I dare you

And eat all of life on a plate. Never enough, never enough

I still can’t believe that was me. Always searching. Never finding

I still can’t recall all the numbers. The higher the mountain, the more I was frightened to fall

Pushing past the also-rans. I squash you. I squash you

And grab all the cash that I can. Never enough, never enough

I still can’t believe that was me. Always started. Never finished

Still seeking what can never be found. The higher the mountain, the more I was frightened to fall

Standing on the ledge all alone. I need you. I need you

More than everything I’ve ever owned. Never too much, never enough

I still can’t believe that was me. Always nervous. Never peaceful

Still haunted by all of the nightmares

The higher the mountain, the more I was frightened to fall