Journeys to Glory
Album - 6 marzo 1981 - Debaser id 83151

Soldier is turning
see him through white light
running from strangers
see you in the valley
war upon war
heat upon heat
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench
years away from fighting
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Standing in the dark
oh I was waiting for man to come
I am beautiful and clean
and so very very young
to be standing in the street
to be taken by someone
Questions questions
give me no answers
that's all they ever give me
questions questions
oh look at the strange boy
he finds it hard existing
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind

Reformation

Bleak and tired Western skies
Silence crashing with quiet lies
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation.

I saw you running through my dreams
Question held me to the scene
Your face was wet with perspiration
Reformation, Reformation.

There’s something wrong
There’s something wrong
Man is something that must be overcome
Quick, snap, break, crack, complication
Reformation, Reformation.

I saw you running through my dreams
A sun that burst through a cloudy scene
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation.

Bleak and tired Western skies
Silence crashing with quiet lies
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation.

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin

Memories oh memories
Lay stains upon your heart
When lovers dance into the trance
You weaved by candlelight

Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin

Incessant sound, incessant sound
That stirs the young and pure
Incestuous I kiss my hand
And play the calling drum.

The lover cried into the silk
Many years ago
Your voice laid comfort down upon
His European skin.

Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a runrise likenever before
As mandolin played I cried for more

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin.

Blue sing la lune sing lagoon,
these visions are making me stay,
the artist pretending it's art,
the question is where do you pay,
unpack my case one more time,
i'll cancel my train once again,
destiny give me a day,
erogenous zones win again.

Blue sing la lune sing lagoon,
these visions are making me stay,
the artist pretending it's art,
the question is where do you pay,
unpack my case one more time,
i'll cancel my train once again,
destiny give me a day,
erogenous zones win again.

Blue sing la lune sing lagoon,
these visions are making me stay,
the artist pretending it's art,
the question is where do you,
do you pay.