An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
Theres no swimming in the heavy water
No singing in the acid rain
Its so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
And someone to sweep the floors
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you
I know it makes no difference
To what youre going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you...
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
Keep them in your sights
Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Absalom, absalom, absalom
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