James-Polymer

Verse 1: The battle’s over, but you’re still marching Down underneath the ticker-tape parade They play a fanfare, but you’re not listening Around you, all the sounds begin to fade   They give their speeches; you get your medals Beneath its weight, you’re swaying where you stand Before the cameras, before the nation In this desert, you’re just a grain of sand   Chorus: There’s no more singing in the choir; There’s no more laughter upon the stage There’s no more praying in the chapel; There’s no more story, so turn the page   Verse 2: The war is over but you’re still fighting Advance goes further uphill every day Their eyes are staring, but they’re not seeing Flinching with every wicked word you say   The mud gets deeper; the wind grows colder Each night you tremble, curled up in your bed A wrinkled hand rests upon your shoulder And together, you toast the honored dead   Chorus: There’s no more singing in the choir; There’s no more laughter upon the stage There’s no

Verse 1: Your shift is over now; it’s time to punch the clock Take one last look around and mark what’s left in stock   Switch off the neon signs and sweep the dust away Gaze out on the sunset, Then draw the window shades   Chorus: Turn out the lights and lock the doors; Leave things quiet and still, like they were before   The lots empty out as the west winds blow; Offer a silent thanks as you turn and go…   Verse 2: Your stint has ended, now; time to give up the ghost Pour yourself some champagne, and make your final toast   Douse all the pilot lights and chain the factory doors Pull the casket lid down, and hear the bearers mourn   Chorus: Turn out the lights and lock the doors; Leave things quiet and still, like they were before   The lots empty out as the west winds blow; Offer a silent thanks as you turn and go…   Verse 3: This race has run its course the world's turned on its head The plebs and priests come out chanting for “Blood” and “Bread”   Switch off the phone exchange and

Verse 1 - I’m standing on the lighthouse looking out upon the bay The waves all come crashing in, bleeding out their salty spray The lamp shines like a diamond piercing through the coal-black night But I see nothing out there, no ships to answer the light. Chorus - Am I drifting, am I floating? Am I awake, or am I dead? Is that the compass spinning ‘round? Is that a voice inside my head? Verse 2 - I’m perched atop the lighthouse staring out across the sea The seagulls cry in mourning, then one by one, they fly free My eyes are red and burning, my brow pressed against the glass But I see no-one out there, while the stars go sailing past. Chorus - Am I drifting, am I floating? Am I awake, or am I dead? Is that the compass spinning ‘round? Is that a voice inside my head? Verse 3 - I'm descending the lighthouse headed for the great unknown Bricks and windows rush on by to the cliffs the ‘gulls have flown Eyes shut tight, I reach the beach; hands held high, I kiss the

Verse 1 - The fires have cooled to embers; the smoke has all blown away The bright sunburst of morning, faded to a muted gray You follow the drifting dust, lilting lazily through the air Here in the land down under, soon we’ll have no earthly cares Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning light? Verse 2 - The radio's turned to static; the screens, all faded to black Geiger sings his lonely song, traipsing down the rusting tracks You feel the photons firing, slicing through your fragile skin Won’t you join us on the beach, and watch the twinkling stars spin Chorus - Was it a god's or devil's power, when the clock struck its midnight hour? When the fireballs lit up the sky, boiled the tears you would have cried? Interlude - Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning

Verse 1 - She was a bitter mule, unforgiving and cold She didn’t save a lullaby, so I brought my own I couldn’t stop for her; and so she stopped for me We had a night on the town and tore up Memory St. Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see me through Verse 2 - She sailed a shadowy ship down the river of souls The ramps came crashing down with the bell’s final toll. We played a prince’s game on fields of black and white; And listened to the waves in the moon’s pale light Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see me through

Verse 1 – Five hundred days spent under an iron curtain; Five hundred days under the gun. Five hundred lives spent each and every hour; Five hundred souls who’s race is run. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 2 – Five hundred days knee-deep in brown and crimson; Five hundred days out under the stars. Five hundred miles with just the clothes on your back; Five hundred leagues from where you are. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 3 – Five hundred days since the castles came crumbling; Five hundred tears spilled from every door. Five hundred voices crying, laughing, and screaming; Five hundred days– here’s to one more. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam!