Death from within On the march, no place to run Time has come, no where to hide The moon is red, no one is safe From spilling blood, no living thing survives Here they fight, regretting nothing Here you die, the walls are caving in Nothing left, a lethal

You're my thrill When I look at you 'cause you're my thrill Where's my will? Why this strange desire That keeps morning higher? When I look at you I can't keep still You do something to me

All we gotta do is, listen Imagine it, anywhere More than miles I'll take you there Know one day from the sky, we'll be as one Now here we are Let's hit the road And away we go

Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Won't you let me know But life's not what you make it, baby Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you're out there on your own If things get hard

'Cause you are my lady and I'm your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened but I'm ready to learn 'Bout the power of love The whispers in the morning of lovers

Farewell to old friends Oh, where'd you go? Let's raise a glass to the bitter end The words that you said They still ring in my head Don't you know We say goodbye With a tear in our eye It's alright, you can sleep tonight

Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet. Toe to toe, back to back, let's go My love it's very late. 'Til morning comes, let's tessellate. Bite chunks out of me You're a shark and I'm swimming My heart still thumps as I bleed And

And you know my heart, well it's waiting for your call Won't you take your time on me? (Take your time on me) 'Cause we got nowhere else to be You fall in my arms Baby won't you let your phone keep ringing Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in