Lyric Association

[PV]

In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done

[Panacea]

We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

[Immortal for a Ltd Time]

On Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire where my
White-haired uncle waits

[PV]

The writer stares with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white
His face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage

[Immortal for a Ltd Time]

He's a writer and ranger and a young boy bearing arms

[PV]

The boy lies in the grass unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by

[Panacea]

This is a fine place
Shining face to face
Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky
The space between wonder and why

[PV]

I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm going bald

[Panacea]

Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung

[PV]

We are young
Wandering the face of the earth
Wondering what are dreams might be worth

[Kares4Rush]

Dream - Temporary madness
Dream - A voice in the wilderness
Dream - Unconscious revelations
The morning says, the answer is yes

[PV]

Wilderness of mirrors
So easy to deceive
My precious sense of rightness
Is sometimes so naive

[Panacea]

What happened to our innocence,
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivete',
No longer a child.

[PV]

So much style without substance
So much stuff without style

[Immortal for a Ltd Time]

Well hey now baby
Said I like your style
You really got me baby
Way down deep inside