(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)



>From the place that I stand to the land that is openly free

Watching rivers run black by the trees that are vacant to greed



Gotta give it up

Gotta get a second chance

Gotta give it up

Gotta get a second chance and the joke's just started

Gotta give it up

Give it up

Gotta give it up



Or tell me why I'm so wrong

Where does love come from

If you've sold your reasoning out



How can I learn if I don't understand what I see

If I'm giving this mess take a walk through a nightmare so real



Gotta give it up

Gotta get a second chance

Gotta give it up

Gotta get a second chance and the joke's just started

Gotta give it up

Give it up

Gotta give it up



Or tell me why I'm so wrong

Where does luck come from

When you've never been without



Give it up

Gotta give it up

Give it up

Gotta give it up



Tell me if I'm so wrong

Where does love come from

If you've sold your reasoning out

Or tell me if I'm so wrong

Where does luck come from

When you've never been without



Can't do it

You can't do it