Now it's time to trade those dreams For the rush of passion's fire I can feel you tremble when we touch Reaching out to both of us I can't hold back, I'm on the edge (I can't hold back) You voice explodes inside my head I can't hold back, I won't back

Only the good die young No-one but you They're only flyin' too close to the sun A hand above the water An angel reaching for the sky Is it raining in heaven - Do you want us to cry' And everywhere the broken-hearted

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Some things just do not exist Hopeless and distant, we sway side to side In the twisting, I see myself Pixelated, construed, I am reaching out For something, for me to hold on to But I never do Failing, I never will And some days I'll be the evoked of

Vengeance in my eyes Make a change Flying high on blackened wings Colder than steel instantly real A new power flows through me Reaching out for something Knowing that it's there, somewhere All I had was

If they say Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way Why does he do me that way Looking out Reaching out Why, why, does he do me that way (That way) Why why Across the nighttime

And you are mine I remember how it all started Feeling warm 'til the summer was over We're lonely reaching stars at night In the big black sky And you said to me If you love me, then say you love me Said if you love me, then say you love me And our

When they try to take us down, This is, how we'll dance when, This is, how we'll stand when, When they burn our houses down, This is what we'll be oh glory! Reaching as I sink down into life. What a shame we all became, such fragile broken things, A

Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from