I think of all the good things that we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions, confirmed suspicions
Of the holocaust to come
The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in Gives way and suddenly it's day again The sun is in the east even though the day is done Two suns in the sunset Could be the human race is run
BRIDGE:
Like the moment when the breaks lock
And you slide towards the big truck
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear
And you'll never hear their voices
And you'll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the law anymore
As the windshield melts and my tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend Finally I understand the feelings of the few Ashes and diamonds, foe and friend We were all equal in the end
NOTE: I no longer own a copy of this album so I can't go back and check to see if there are any mistakes. I figure something's better than nothing... (from The Final Cut, 1983)
