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
Hot coals, Hard nails, Walk to water, Grab the tiger's
Packing upReady to leaveHeading outIt's been a good nightNow we're
A circle of stones to capture the Sun-God
We call him
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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