Wake-up, Switch-on,Tune-in to another day,Stereo sound with double vision,Daylig
Contemplating hopes and dreams of a new ageAll we leave
Rising up the crystal domeof life before the final warBreaks
Cold city, runs hot with painKnives slash your jugular veinCut
Packing upReady to leaveHeading outIt's been a good nightNow we're
A circle of stones to capture the Sun-God
We call him
I need the warmth of your touch I've tried to
The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill,
Domes of crystal, spires of light reach outSymbols of attainment
Truth is the ultimate reasonLying is why this beginsRun from
Cold night, New York,Air hangs like death,Last train to BrooklynPulls
I got no money--I got no faithI got no interest
One more angry moment roars like thunder down the phone,A
Wake-up, Switch-on,
Tune-in to another day,
Stereo sound with double vision,
Day
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