Man made machines make music for the man Now, machines make music while the man makes plans A second generation, a generation lost While the man prepares
The hands on the clock Can't hold back the time without the clock There's no reason why we're sending messages, messages Messages, messages With hands
She's an automatic He's a cosmic man They will get together They should know better by now They meet in a garden Down in old Japan Where young love's
I walked alone through the city streets I hear the shadows calling my name Lost in the glow of the neon lights My heart is calling Say you will answer
(Score/Berner/Pichette/Mazzetti) wasting your life away in a factory doesn't make it right there's a price to pay for what you need so you better start
(w&m: Mike, Ali, Frank & Paul) I was walking underwater Walking on the bottom of the sea A sudden change in the weather And the waves came crashing down
Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Ooh, ooh, is that magic Ooh, ooh, is that magic, ooh Another lonely
What happened to the world we had when we were young? What happened to the sun? What happened to the buildings and the fields and trees? Won't someone
I'm walking over quicksand Stop talking holding my hand I'm circling to a new low Shout loud and let the world know I'm sailing on the jetstream Like
(M. Score, E. Berner, D. Pichette, A.J. Mazzetti) since you've been gone it's been raining hard like crystal teardrops to the floor it's even raining
(M. Score, E. Berner, D. Pichette, A.J. Mazzetti) I don't wanna lose control of this beating heart never wanna let you go loved you from the very start
Remember David's eyes The way he used to hypnotize his young Remember David's words The words he said to us when we were small Remember David's hair
You keep stopping when you could be walking Looking at the pictures on the wall You keep quiet when you should be talking You just don't make any sense
This is the story of the young heart This is the story of the young heart This is the story of the young heart This is the story of the young heart It
I can see you standing outside See your shadow on the wall from a street lamp I've got a manual instructing my brain I turn around, cover eyes, I see
Ultraviolet Radio light To your solar system On a beam of light This is telecommunication Telecommunication Telecommunication Telecommunication Laser
I've got a question I've got a question you should know Give me the answer Give me the answer for my sobs Give me a reason, it's for the things you said
I've seen your face before In shadows on the wall; Splinters of broken light, Echos that spear the night. Is this the fall Or is this the fall? Is this