Turn of the Cards
Album - 1974 - Debaser id 137159

Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web
Painting lines upon your face inside instead

Sounds so bad the music's flat on every line
Songs of blackened lace know you're dying all the time
Sounds so bad you let the music take your soul
Slipping through the day
Lose the only way you know

Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for things you want to see
Find reflections of insane reality

La la ...

Running hard towards what used to be
Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
Reaching out for shadows passing through
See the dark around is coming down on you

I love you like a stream
flows restless to the sea
see you like the mist
touches clouds, touches me

See you in the stars
whereever you may be
I think of you
think of you

If ever you're near
and have some time to spend
I love you every way
love you like a friend

And then when you leave
a whisper in my mind
I think of you
think of you

When I see a bird
fly over to the sea
and the sun in the sky
is shining warm and free

And when I feel the wind
blow cool over me
I think of you
think of you

I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame

I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged, it's changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
Where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain

It's spinning head, it's under hand-the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran-the black flame
On me, it fed,I understand-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Run from me, don't you see
That we are one and I'm a part of you
Get away, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
And I'm the burning in your soul

Now I'm weak, I am losing
I never thought I'd stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game

Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Pays the price, works the seasons through
Frozen days, he thinks of you
Cold as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?

Mother's son, freedom's overdue
Lonely man, he thinks of you
He isn't done, only lives for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?

Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow


Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you

Ooh ooh ...
Bah dah dah dah ...

Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow

Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won't flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you