The Great Escape

Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave
Heading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the winter trip
Heading for the slide
Heading for the dignified walk away.

Heading for the open road
Goodbye to all that
Heading for the automatic overload.

Standing in the open boat
Standing in the swing
Waiting for the ringing and the bright light.

Waiting to be recognised
Quiet applause will do
They shower you with flowers when they bury you.

You're holding on, you're holding on ...

I. The Last of You

Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you
You come here scratchin' at my door
Your pain and anger's in the howling dark
Of every corridor I walk.

So tell me more about the love that you rejected
Tell me more about the trust you disrespected
I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one
Why did you hurt the very one
That you should have protected?

II. Falling from the Moon

Don't ask me why I'm doing this
You wouldn't understand
You're asking the wrong questions
You couldn't understand.

A bridge is not a high place
The fifty-second floor
Icarus would know
A mountain isn't far to fall.

When you've fallen
When you've fallen from the moon.

There's murder on the street
I'm ashes on the water now, somewhere far away
I have fallen, fallen from the moon.