Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Hear the kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle
Only fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidanceTread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed
Our machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn usWill you still know who you are
When you come to who you areWhen the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge
Songwriters
OGLETREE, MICHAEL JAMES/THOMPSON, CHRISTOPHER GREERPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing