Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet:   Warm.....round the hunting fire   Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior   Protected from ferocious winds   Under the shield of the dead gladiator   Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft   All is black I cannot see your faces I need   Light I want to see your eyes   Let my voice wash over your faces   Connection      Connection   Whoaa ohhh      A hundred thousand years ago   People livin' in bone white cities   Comin' and goin' on streets of silver   Talkin' future history      Then something very strong went wrong   And suddenly      People gathered round the hunting fires   (huddled in caves like animal, not human)   Round the warmth of the late night fire   Cities gone, memories fading   Spend their lives round the late night fire   Give their souls to the hunting fire   Seeking each other's company   Tryin' to remember ancient history      They lost connection   They lost contact   They need to touch you   Reach out across the ages and touch you      Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century   A young girl named phoebe caulfield   Plops herself down on the sofa   Pops open a soda and watches you      She likes to watch murderer talk   She likes to see them on my tv   She likes to watch them how they walk   She likes to hear what they say      It's like a car crash   Bloody fascination      You wonder how they get their shoes tied   Sit and stare at the horror there   She knows you watch them too   Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists   Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones   All them looking for      Connection   They lost contact   They lost direction   They need sexual, mystical   Magical, uninterrupted, peter gabriel like   Contact      Here I am   Again inside   This darkness   All is black   I cannot see your future   Give me light   I want to see your eyes   Just a little light   Inside your future      A small connection   Connection   Ah!!!!      I'd like to see jesus and mohammad   On the road to damascus   What did you think they would say   Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth   Like jews and arabs today   Or would they walk and speak   Like philosophers and thinkers   Amused at each other's insights   Relishing the brain waves there   Round the warmth of the hunting fire   Eager for, hungry for   They got to have   You know they love      Connection   Contact   Communion   And let our two great religions   Cease their senseless struggle   It only hurts the children   Connection   Connection