Blue light shining from their window panes Keeps them quiet, keeps them sane Meanwhile moonshine guides me on my way To my own alienation game Projected light A moment shared A different life across the square 'Cause in every frame, it's always there 'Cause in every frame, it's always there What a way to end a day Fading memories hanging on my wall Better times that I can't recall I move on but they keep standing there That smiling face, I wish I knew, I swear The captured light A moment spared Inverted view inside the square 'Cause in every frame, it's always there 'Cause in every frame, it's always there What a way to save a day 'Cause in every frame, it's always there What a way to end a day Be aware, my friend It may scare, but it's not the intent People change like colors bleed In the mean time We proceed

Well, it must be a silent life to hear her sigh only in your mind He said "lately, a certain kind of beyondness has taken over my life" And it left me wondering why, and what it meant, and what it must be like When no one knows your accent And no one knows your slang When no one gets the reference And no one feels the same If no one remembers, did it really happen? If no one can see it, is it really there? Last remaining speaker of this dying language, How to say these words that I have never heard you say? And whenever I need to hide I put on those glasses and then I'm free to cry And I'll always hear inside your words of advice 'Cause now I know what's like When no one knows your accent And no one knows your slang When no one gets the reference And no one feels the same If no one remembers, did it really happen? If no one can see it, is it really there? Last remaining speaker of this dying language, How to say these words that I have never heard you say? Dooyrt Ballooilley rish: "Vel ny partanyn snaue, Joe?" "Cha nel monney, cha nel monney," dooyrt Joe. "T'ad feer ghoan." — Ned Maddrell, the last native speaker of the Manx language When nobody knows your accent When nobody knows your slang When nobody gets the reference When nobody feels the same If no one remembers, did it really happen? If no one can see it, is it really there? If nothing can help it, does it even matter? If there's no tomorrow, then why not today? And if there's no answer, then is it a question? And if you can't hear me, then why do I sing? Last remaining speaker of this dying language How to say I love you in your language, anyway?

I could be untrue to you To anyone, to everyone if I had to I could run through all the pages And go straight to see how it ends Would it tear you apart? I could be you But everytime you walked away I'd never have the heart to hear you say I do I could wait for you tonight I might, still We could leave it all behind I will But only if we give ourselves the chance If you lower the defense I could reach so high But every word in every song Keeps breaking you into my home Reaching for the light, no more second-guesses Searching for a rhyme for unspoken tensions Waiting for a time nothing's left unanswered Hoping for a sign, nothing else is left at all But we're waiting for the call Something that will tell which way to ride As we are learning to get by Nothing else is left at all But we're waiting for the call Something that will tell which way to ride As we are learning to get by

It's all right if you don't love me but it's not right if you do and won't tell me so Because it's crystal clear that you still think of me In this case then what am I supposed to do That's not right Will our beloved illusion ever shine? A secret that we share, that we hide from each other, from ourselves I told you I could not hold it anymore And now you wonder if I'm going for the truth For long I've been fine with living in my dreams But it's easy to see that I am losing you That's not right Will our beloved illusion ever shine? A secret that we share, that we hide from each other, from ourselves solo: Chico Pereira That's not right Will our beloved illusion ever shine? A secret that we (used to) share, that we hide from each other, from ourselves Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves Keeping

Like castles made of sand, Like shapes in clouds Like water upon fire Pouring down Like breaking an old pact Like falling out Like falling in ---- ...a trap that you've made sleepwalking You're just tricking yourself Be aware, my friend, It may scare, but it's not the intent People change like colors bleed As I sense a shade of you in me solo: Hisham Like getting along well Like doing fine Then suddenly breaking (Suddenly breaking) Suddenly breaking — just in time Like meanings we give to words Misread, misheard Like failing to see the point in the song But still sing along Be aware, my friend, it may scare, ain't that the sole intent? People change like colors bleed As I sense a shade of you in me

On blood and sweat and tears we fought our fight Not for one moment we put faith aside We sailed across the seas of words and tried to bring those of our own, to make it through the line When the shadows intended to fall over us Then we managed to hold to the things that we trust When the shadows intended to fall over all that we feared We stood strong and persevered On blood and sweat and tears we lived our days Our aims were not too clear as we braved the haze For days and months and years we stood our stride You thought you rode the wave, you were dragged by the tide When the shadows intended to fall over us Then we managed to hold to the things that we trust When the shadows intended to fall over all that we feared We stood strong and persevered (Blood and sweat and tears) We lived our days on blood (Blood and sweat and tears) We lived our days on sweat (Blood and sweat and tears) We lived our days on tears that we won't regret, no more

Been chosen, cannot resign Accept with consternation Your future is well defined Days lost in preparation But you are not sure You lost her, now go find Look for her everywhere you go You don't know which way to find Just don't step past the fields or else it will... Been chosen, cannot resign Carry on your ancestry You're born with a past behind But you're afraid you don't believe You are not sure of what is to come You don't know exactly what she meant by saying all those words and you sincerely hope it doesn't mean she's gonna go away Every time you turn around and walk away somehow you get the feeling that you'll never ever gonna get to see her again See her again But you could never face the fire (When you decide) And so you fight against desire (you will find) It makes you feel just like a liar (you cannot) Just like walking down the wire (walk on) But you cannot live in denial (When you decide) There is nowhere left to hide, no (you will find) You know you have to defy it (you cannot) But you are standing in crossfire (let go) You never got to decide If that's what you wanted to be They've chosen which is your side In a war you don't even see You are not sure of what is to come You don't know exactly what she meant by saying all those words and you sincerely hope it doesn't mean she's gonna go away Every time you turn around and walk away somehow you get the feeling that you'll never ever gonna get to see her again To see her again But you could never face the fire (When you decide) And so you fight against desire (you will find) It makes you feel just like a liar (you cannot) Just like walking down the wire (walk on) But you cannot live in denial (When you decide) There is nowhere left to hide, no (you will find) You know you have to defy it (you cannot) But you are standing in crossfire (let go) When you're there you get the feeling that no other feeling will ever replace her in your heart When you're back you feel your spirit back into the prison, back into the chains, into the dark When you're there you get the feeling that no other feeling will ever replace her in your heart When you're there you get the feeling that no other feeling will ever take you higher But you are standing in crossfire solo: Chico Pereira, Jean Schmith, Hisham

The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well, I can tell, yes I know The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well, I can tell, yes I know Even when we could not get along We would keep on holding on What for? What for? What for? What for? What for? What for? solo: Hisham solo: Chico Pereira The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window My heart keeps running away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well I can tell Yes I know