He was standing all alone

Trying to find the words to say

When every prayer he ever prayed was gone

And the dreams he's never owned

Are still safely tucked away

Until tomorrow he just carries on

Carries on

Carries on

Carries on



See the devil on the streets at night

See him running in the pouring rain

See him grinning 'neath a twisted light

I'll be back again

See the people standing in a row

See them nodding like a field of grain

No one sees the sickle though

Coming 'cross the plain



And this he knows, if nothing more

That waiting in the dark like destiny

Are those who kiss the dogs of war

And there is no tomorrow, no tomorrow

Take a chance

Take a, take a chance yeah



See the devil he is so intense

See the devil go and change his name

What's the going price of innocence

It can't be the same

Is it dark when the moon is down

Is it dark with a single flame

If there's glass falling all around

I am not to blame



And this he knows, if nothing more

That waiting in the dark like destiny

Are those who kiss the dogs of war

And there is no tomorrow, no tomorrow

Take a chance

Take a, take a chance yeah

Take a chance

Take a, take a chance oh yeah



Burn the night away

Burn the night away

Burn the night...



Pictures at an exhibition

Played as he stood

In his trance

Staring at his inhibitions

All the time believing

That it now came down to nothing but this chance

Chance

Chance

Chance



I fear you

Your silence

Your blindness

See what you want to see

In darkness

One kindness

One moment

Tell me what you believe



I believe in nothing

Never really had to

In regards to your life

Rumors that are not true

Who's defending evil

Surely never I

Who would be the witness

Should you chance to die



Father can you hear me

This is not how it was meant to be

I am safe and so are you

As for the other's destiny



Father can you hear me

This is not how it was meant to be

I am safe and so are you

As for the other's destiny



I believe that situations

All depend on circumstance



Look away

Look away



Pictures at an exhibition

Played as he stood

In his trace

Staring at his inhabitions

All the time believing

That it now came down to

Nothing but this chance