Marillion - Blind Curve

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, Im happy to be lonely Cant you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts Just a runaway, just a runaway, Im saving myself B) passing strangers Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night Im too tired to fight So now were 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, wont 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 Ive 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, Ive never been so wasted Ive never been this far out before Perimeter walk Theres a presence here I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical Theres 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 husbands 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 Theyre going to even the score Oh... I cant 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 cant 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 cant take any more, should we say goodbye How can we justify? They call us civilised!