City lights, synthetic lives, statues made of stone
Sweet nation who stood proud and tall
lies naked on the floor.
Her pants around her ankles
an aching in her gut.
For our sweet lonely nation
she never was a ****.

Superman ain't super anymore.
He snorted all the kryptonite
and spilled some on the floor.
His cape is in the lost and found
somewhere on the underground
Superman ain't super anymore.

The Man of Steel's heart, colder now than steel
Lois slapped him on the chops
for trying to cop a feel.
Front page of the Daily Planet
Lois wouldn't let him have it
The Man of Steel's heart colder than before.

The problems of the world knock on the door
Superman has fallen down
he's sleeping in the hall.
Crying between fits of snoozing
wishing he could stop the boozing
The problems of the world knock on the door.

He lay there with a guilt,
that no child should fear,
for he couldn't remember her face.
He sat with his wishes
his thoughts and his fears,
suffering feelings, that no child should feel.
The warmth from her smile,
that loving embrace,
that left him that day, that went to that place.
The place they had told him
where sleeping souls lie.
That place he now hates.
Up there in the sky.

Leaning on that granite wall
that sacred place
where the town folk once were blessed
and rested.
Techno beats entwined with thoughts............
and I'm lost again.
Lost to the music
lost to myself
and to a reality that never really was,
never likely to be.
A place to dance
a place to see.

Those colours when I closed my eyes......
what was contained in those fracturing patterns and shapes
as they sluiced and mingled together.
In every mind present
but different in those minds eyes.
Eyes that never sleep
the ones that brings us sweet release.
Observing and revealing all in turns
the mix the Dj's spinning
it burns,man it burns.

So it's said I'm overbearing
I shoot to much from a skinny hip.
I know my thoughts are deep,
it hurts me,
I know I sometimes talk to quick......................
and sleep if it so beckons,
then all those things
I say are lost,
but you don't even listen
you prefer to seem at loss.

There's sometimes energy in words
they seem to jump up off the page.
Then there's other words that hide there
like they've seen the End of Days.
Wrapped in a cloak of silence
taught never to be spoken,
until we've seen the fall of men
and all the clocks are broken.

When the innocence returns
and sits side by side in all our lives.
And all that's left is wanting souls
just needing love to stay alive.
When ego dies, in all its forms
and returns to the dust,
the words that chose to hide away
shall return to our trust.

She's like a kind of fever,
that slowly captures every pulse.
Coursing through the body,
until she makes your heart combust.

Leaves you lying breathless,
under the shadow of the moon
She'll cling to every thought you own,
like ivy on an ancient ruin.

And when you think your free of her
she'll kiss you on the nape.
Her velvet glove will take your hand,
never to escape.

She's everything that ever was -
ever likely to be.
Like waves upon the ocean floor
the ones you're never gonna see.