[Joy Division Cover] Here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of
Here are the young men, A weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, Well where have they been? We knocked on the doors Of hell's darker chambers
In my thoughts thou shall forever be As a dear and precious remembrance I'm dethroned in the reign of entity My tears descend like of ebony Life is the theatre of tragedy
He tries to see, although he can't He tries, but doesn't understand He calls on a different phone line No one that he knows An out of focus acquaintance
Moving sideways through the sold photo Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering
I can't see In the flicker light's quiet frequency I was briefly interrupted by the sound Of your voice Now I can see Why you turned away in disbelief
Broken frames Like a monochrome film Flickers and dissolves Shattered glass The replaceable background Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta
"Gaunt and gnarl'd Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast, And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." "Anon - anon, say I! -
It's blurring out of sight The faces flickering In the tinsel light On the esplanades Fluid and vanishing, dissolving Hiding things in your room After
Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases
No risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone I'm cool, you're hot I love you not Don't say a word Unless you're heard I know, I hate To see you rude I think
You act a pansy, pushover Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover Do live your fancy, go lower The call is mine I'm gonna get
'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A maenad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies
siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me? A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen - Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, A poet of tragedies
Look up here, look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires, chip set adept Memory load Keep your vogue, code that all have Tomorrow's world
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy Harken! - teh clouds mustered in dark - So painfully easing. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; Its years
Music by Theatre of Tragedy Instrumental
He says to her, "There's a woman in the upstairs window" The blurred image of the echo fades away She turns and looks As the silhouette set She's smoking