(fish / marillion)      A) vocal under a bloodlight      Last night you said I was cold, untouchable   A lonely piece of action from another town   I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely   Can't you stay away?    Just leave me alone with my thoughts   Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself      B) passing strangers      Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights   Cold moan, held on the crest of the night   I'm too tired to fight      So now we're passing strangers, at single tables   Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers   All those passing strangers      And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies   Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper      C) mylo      Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down   And we sat and we cried on the phone   I never felt so alone   He was the first of our own   Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity   Some of us go down in a haze of publicity   The price of infamy, the edge of insanity      Another holiday inn, another temporary home   And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone   'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'      So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain   And he looked out the window and it started to rain   I thought maybe I've already gone crazy   So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door   And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor   Inviting me to a casual obscenity      D) perimeter walk      It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here   All the collisions   Wasted, I've never been so wasted   I've never been this far out before      Perimeter walk   There's a presence here   I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical      There's a presence   A childhood, my childhood   My childhood, childhood   A misplaced childhood   My childhood, a misplaced childhood   Give it back to me, give it back to me   A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood   Oh please give it back to me      E) threshold      I saw a war widow in a launderette   Washing the memories from her husband's clothes   She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat   A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes      I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns   Trying to pick up a war   They're going to even the score   Oh... I can't take any more   I see black flags on factories   Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor   I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways   Does anybody care, I can't take any more!   Should we say goodbye?    Hey      I see priests, politicians?    The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags   I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam      I can't take any more, should we say goodbye   How can we justify?    They call us civilised!