Kill the inside and let it burn Tell the lonely where to go He’s not the only without hope A moment of something where the dark can reverse The fire may not open, but the devil will return Insanity or glory, in a mind that never learns The empty eyes are

Hear the sirens, call me home But not any more Part of me had died Won't return And part of me wants to hide The part that's purr (pure?) I knew how to talk to you Part of me has died

A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

We will not return to the countless mistakes of the past Only through dedication will I destroy all preconception Walk with me I will not relive the failures of the man I once was No longer will I let myself be truly satisfied with the standard Let this

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

I stand here alone on the bow of the ship Counting the hours 'til I die Abandoned to fate with no chance of return I raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead we

Memories of loved ones are passing me by Oceans of sand and rust Give way and yield my wake Tired and lost No one to trust Who is there to give the push All I have learned Straighten the curve Like a circle to return

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction