Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say
As the newspapers flew in the wind.
Who carry 'round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows
When you'll slip the pin.
You were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
As the waves break over the shore.
And lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break
Like the slam of a door.
At the past and the present, the cross and the crescent
The signs and the planets are lining up like before.
On the left and the right, in the black and the white
You can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor.
- Lori, Donť Go Right Now
- Rumours of War
- The Gypsy And The Rose
- Accident on 3rd Street
- Strange Girl
- Russians And Americans
- Cafe Society
- The Candidate