Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet:

Warm.....round the hunting fire

Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior

Protected from ferocious winds

Under the shield of the dead gladiator

Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft

All is black I cannot see your faces I need

Light I want to see your eyes

Let my voice wash over your faces

Connection



Connection

Whoaa ohhh



A hundred thousand years ago

People livin' in bone white cities

Comin' and goin' on streets of silver

Talkin' future history



Then something very strong went wrong

And suddenly



People gathered round the hunting fires

(Huddled in caves like animal, not human)

Round the warmth of the late night fire

Cities gone, memories fading

Spend their lives round the late night fire

Give their souls to the hunting fire

Seeking each other's company

Tryin' to remember ancient history



They lost connection

They lost contact

They need to touch you

Reach out across the ages and touch you



Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century

A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield

Plops herself down on the sofa

Pops open a soda and watches you



She likes to watch murderer talk

She likes to see them on my TV

She likes to watch them how they walk

She likes to hear what they say



It's like a car crash

Bloody fascination



You wonder how they get their shoes tied

Sit and stare at the horror there

She knows you watch them too

Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists

Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones

All them looking for



Connection

They lost contact

They lost direct