: [Instrumental] [Musica: Alberto Lara]
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike
Well take me to my car now But the car won't go Try to get next to you baby Ain't got no place to go Taste better than a t-bone steak Excitement on the
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town, The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround; 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand
Kids kissing on the floor They make a work of art Upon the gallery wall They take the world apart And no one's safe The tension on the string We're almost
Well there must have been a reason For the smile that you had upon your face last night Are you the cat that got the cream? Did you lick your lips? Did
Wayfarin' warrior soul Still wild, the archer stands Arrow measured to the goal Sing of strong and living man In his mind there is a vision Of wand'rin
We watched them fall, eyes locked to mine Feeling as if I had let them down Caught blinded by silk, led by lips To the baited chains now look around regret
The stars are shining so bright Wait that's just Manhattans light It's been 12 hours since I ate I think I'm finally loosing weight Mixed up my armour
Shes not, breathing, her eyes are closed, its time to go. Coins on her eyes wrapped in silk and sealed in gold I can still see you, youll never know,
You will regret everything you said, I know you will, I know you well I can see right through you, like broken shattered glass Still holding on to the
(blackmore/gillan/glover) Well there must have been a reason for the smile that you had upon your Face last night Are you the cat that got the cream did
Lean on your sufficience String up your pittance Massacre your valuables Choke the remaining beasts You've gained the will To gather all the vigilant
Wayfaring warrior Soul - still wild The archer stands Arrow measured to the goal - sing of Strong and living man In his mind there is a vision wand'ring
bring me you and a side of comfort, it's starting to rain, I'm washed away, with seas of the splinters I'm called out to arms, handle your weapons
Kids kissing on the floor They make a work of art Up on the gallery wall They take the world apart And no one?s safe The tension on the string We?re almost
We watched them fall. Eyes locked to mine, Feeling as if I had let them down. Caught blinded by silk, led by lips To the baited chains. Now look around