( RE Broughton )
Oh my love, what are you going to do?
I can't believe that the hour is due that my whole
life here with you is through.
Now they wanna put us in a fifteen-storey view
and I can't stand it.
But don't you worry I'll think of something if
there's anything I can do.
I don't propose we let them through do you?
So lock all the windows
and bolt all the doors 'cos here they the
bastards here they come.
Putting an order on you and all your family
if you wanna leave the town notify me,
there's condition that you'll always have to
guarantee necessarily you will agree.
You got anything to say to me?Don't be so
clever with me or I'll give you
something to think about make you see
that I am not the fool that you
thought me to be, But you never saw anything
further than your opportunity.What's on the ground,
The ground that covers me?
What's in the moonlight?
Another sense to be...
What's waking inside
Inside this crystal sand?
It looks like a fairy-tale
With a very cruel end...
What's in the house,
The house that breathes so dark?
What's in the wounds
That kiss me like a shark?
What_s on the faces
Of masks there on the wall?
It looks like Wonderland
Where I'm just a doll...
How many lives
I've fired in my dreams...
How many times...
But sorrow still exists
The sense of guilt
With noone to be safe
It looks like a little girl
Playing in a grave...
My agony
Is shattered in despair
Where are the Angels?
Take me away from here!!!
Sometimes I feel
Something more than pain...
It comes and goes
And now it starts again...