1. THE BOY WHO SEES EVERYTHING

What am I doing in a dump like this?
I cast my eyes out over concrete bricks
What a stupid situation

What am I doing in a job like this?
Buried to the eyeballs in paperclips
And useless information

I struggle so hard for so little pay
But the sad fact is I couldn't care less for it anyway
But I forget about this when I hear you sing
Here's to the boy who sees everything

I'd find a lover, but I don't know how,
So I stand there feeling awkward and beating my brow
How I hate the Hacienda!
The coversation and the company's cruel
All night slither 'round try to outcool
All the other poor pretenders

I, I can't seem to get myself anywhere
I'm so sad and sadness, it seems, it's everywhere
But I forget all of this when I hear you sing
Here's to the boy who sees everything

All the moments that you capture so preciously
Sharing sentiments I recognize instantly
All the tenderness, all the poetry,
All the memories and emotions you stirred in me

Well I wonder what, such a soulful thing
And I wander through a sensual symphony
A marriage made in heaven can't last forever
How many marriages do?

As it pulls through you, so it pulls through me
And a stranger's hand is clasping mine endlessly
As it pulls through you, so it pulls through me
And I bristle as I bathe in your melody

I can't seem to get myself anywhere
I'm so sad and sadness, it seems, it's everywhere
But I forget all of this when I hear you sing
Here's to the boy who sees everything
He sees everything
He sees everything

Ahh, heavenly bliss,
I'm in heaven in moments like this

Ahh, heavenly bliss,
I'm in heaven in moments like this
I'm in heaven,
I'm in heaven,
I'm in heaven...


2. I LOVE YOU, YOU BASTARD

I'm sad for those whose eyes are closed
Can't see further than the end of the nose
Always caught, it seems to me,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea

And always something bars the way
Oh you know that it's true
Forced to throw our dreams away
They never come true anyway

Well sometimes they do
Some dreams can
Some dreams do

And you can try
Sacrifice
Still friendships die

Can't justify
The sea of tears that I've cried
To the Cannabis Kid
It's really not important at all
No no no no

I'm sad for those whose hearts are froze
With every passing day his misery grows
Always caught, it seems to me,
Between sex and slavery

And like the fools who fail to see
From the top of the pole
And sway between the boring scene
And a fear of the dole

It was hard, hard loving you
It's a hard, hard thing to do

But it's a crime
To murder time
You save yours
I'll save mine

I can't stay around
And watch my love for you drown
While all those clowns
Slowly drag us down

I know life's joys so hopelessly few You know that you were
To mention Someone special
I know life's joys so hopelessly few Don't you know that you are
Somebody special
And now we all helplessly viewing the tension
I know life's joys so pitifully few

You cannot learn
The secrets I have learned
You're much too cool
There's no return
When Mad Jack starts to burn
His way through you
And he will
He will

You don't own me fool?
I don't own you
You don't owe me
I don't owe you


3. DEATH OF IMAGINATION

The chill of the air
The teeth of the tiger
Is biting through my clothing
Through a sky of stars
With the wings of an eagle
I'm launched into oblivion
I feel the spit
And the sting of the serpent
For a fraction of an instant
And wrenched from the womb
So safe and maternal
I whisper goodbye
And embrace the eternal

As I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination

I bathe in the glare
Of a thousand explosions
With child-like fascination
And time the impact
That ends my existence
With the rhythm of my heartbeat
I taste the sweetness
Of mystical moments
Re-living and savouring
Every sensation
As gravity grips me
In giddy rotation
In my concrete overcoat
A prisoner of reason am I

I feel myself falling
Endlessly falling
I spiral down, down, down
It's the death of imagination
Let's raise our drinks and mourn
The death of imagination

Does the age of reason herald
The death of imagination
Will the age of intellect cause
The death of imagination

There's no question of force
There's no question of judgement
Just a momentary feeling of pain
And the problem has gone
A hint of remorse
In a matter of conscience
It's a race
And the race never ends
From the moment you're born
If you make it that far

The least of all life

She can't carry on
She's made her decision
The storm outside's nothing
Compared with the storm in her head
Society stabs
Like a surgeon's incision
It knows no compassion
Its soul is as cold as the stone

For the least of all life
There is no meaning
For the least of all life
'Cause this life has no feeling

(But I feel
I breathe)

For the least of all life
There is no jury
For the least of all life
There is no mercy

For the least of all life
There is no voice

For the least of all life
Has no feeling

But I feel
I breathe
And I dream
I live
I die

What can we do?
The decision's been made?
What can we say?
This life has no feeling

What can we do?
Decision is made
What can we say
Just count the money


4. THE SPEED OF LIFE

Stars
Soft whispers by a fire
Two lovers talking endlessly
The desires and hopes
Of adolescent innocence
I see it all
Yes I recall
Such pure and precious memories
Dreaming of the things
That never came to be
Oh how I wish that I could be
As content as the next boy
Downing his bitter
Discussing the snooker

I'm light years away
The speed of life in this place
I just feel light years away

Robotically I hear the words
All you see is all you are
Fodder for the factory
If you can find one
There's your destiny
In the ring-room
Is your destiny
In the ring-room

So
I watch the others grow
I must admire such confidence
Coping with the things
I always sing about
So secure
So very sure
Or is it just reflectory
Can they be as happy
As they seem to be

Oh how I wish that I could be
As content as the next girl
Surrounded by children
Rushing the ironing

I'm light years away
The speed of life in this place
I just feel light years away

Teacher's words return to me
All life's rules
Carved in stone
All you see is all you are
Fodder for society
Sadly
There's no sanctuary
In the tap-room
There's no sanctuary
In the pool-room
There's no sanctuary
In the bed-room

What you see
Is what you are