Colosseum II Album

[No lyrics]

Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes.
Things that you've held high
And told yourself were true,
Lost or changing
As the days comes down to you.

It's down to you, constant stranger.
You're a kind person,
You're a cold person too.
It's down to you,
It all comes down to you, ooh.

Go down to the pick-up station.
You're craving warmth and beauty.
You settle for less than fascination,
A few drinks later you're not so choosy.
The closing light strip of the shadows,
On strange new flesh you found.
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf.
You hurry to the blackness and the blankets,
And you lay down an impression of your loneliness.

In the morning there are lovers in the street.
They look so high, you brush against a stranger,
And you both appologize.
Old friends seem indifferent.
You must have brought that on.
Old bonds have broken down.

Love is gone, ooh love is gone,
Written on your spirit the sad song.
Love is gone, ooh love is gone,
Written on your spirit the sad song.
Love is gone.

Everything comes and goes.
Pleasure moves on too early,
Trouble leaves too slow.
Just when you're thinking
That you've finally got it made,
Bad news comes knocking for you
At your garden gate.

Knocking for you, constant stranger.
You're a brute, you're an angel,
You can crawl, you can fly too.
It's down to you ,
It all comes down to you.

I'm told that Gemini and Leo
Are very, very strong.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't prove them wrong.
Faith in two people
Born in a certain time,
Water will turn to wine.

Our world is searching for the secret
Of our heavenly friend.
No matter how hard I try,
The searching has no end.
Whether we care or not,
Our lives are in their view.
The stars shine down on you.

But they keep saying
That it can't be done.
Happiness won't last for anyone.
Laughter means they're crying.
Every day of happiness
Means one of pain owing.

But they keep saying
That it can't be done.
Happiness won't last for anyone.
Laughter means they're crying.
Every day of happiness
Means one of pain owing.

I'm told that Gemini and Leo
Are very, very strong.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't prove them wrong.
Have faith in two people
Born in a certain time.
Have faith in two people
Born in a certain time.
Have faith in two people,
Have faith in two people,
Have faith in two people,
Water will turn to wine.

Could you seek with me a secret place,
A clearing in the forest
And find the answer there?
Could you seek with me
A way through all the people,
Places, things that block our paths
And stop us getting clear?

Could we fight against the tides, (could we take the faces)
And run before the storm (could we fit our names)
Of those who loved us dear?
Would you know what to look for?

Have you ever looked at the way you are,
Ever looked at yourself from afar?
Could you pick yourself out from a crowd?
Would you know what to look for?
Know what to look for.

Have you ever looked at the way you are,
Ever looked at yourself from afar?
Could you pick yourself out from a crowd?
Would you know what to look for?
Know what to look.

Could you seek with me a secret place?
Could you seek with me a secret place?
Could you seek with me a secret place?
Could you seek with me a secret place?

Could you seek with me a secret place? (Could you seek with me a secret place?)
Could you seek with me a secret place?
Oh, could you seek with me a secret place, (Could you seek with me a secret place?)
A secret place, a secret place, a secret place?

Could you seek with me, could you seek with me,
Could you seek with me, could you seek with me?

The waves coming in,
Sweeping up on the shore.
Bringing back the time
When our love was here before.
Clouds sinking down,
The hills are turning black.
I've seen it all before,
Think I'll make my way back.

Once there was laughter
Where now there's only pain.
All the childrens' sand caverns
Turn to mud by, by the rain.
My feet, they are sinking,
I'm feeling so alone.
I see the storm is coming,
Time to make my way home.

Cold wind is ablowing,
Thunder he cracks.
I have seen it all before,
Think I'll make my way back.

There's none to call the wind a liar.
Save those whose limbs can flow as fast.
Can creep up on unwatchful truth,
And pluck her sleeves, distract her eyes.
And leave in place the fitting image,
Burnished bright with the rub of easy belief.

The deafest ears hear falsehood's bell
A-tolling in the Belfry.
The loudest tongue is his
Whose ear is untuned to what's likely.
And thus the knowing spark
Is fanned into the mindless flame,
Denouncing all across its path.
It blots all trace of blame.

Only the blind man touches a hand
And feels a heart afire.
Only the blind man sees so well,
He can call the wind a liar, liar, liar, liar.
Behold the boomerang
Returns riding before the wind.
History written afresh
As the beginning becomes the end, end, end, end.

Only the blind man touches a hand
And feels the heart afire.
Only the blind man sees so well,
He can call the wind a liar, liar, liar, liar.
Behold the boomerang
Returns riding before the wind.
History written afresh
As the beginning becomes the,
Beginning becomes the end.