Oh when it's summer and the skies are glass

Oh when it's summer and the skies are glass

I just have to make the evenings last they're always flying past

Oh when it's raining and the skies are black

Oh when it's raining and the skies are black

I just have to hear the thunder roll and hear the lightning crack



With fading powers,we sit for hours by a television screen

With funny cigarettes and talk for hours of the places that we've seen



Oh brother can you hear my voice?

Oh brother can you hear my voice?

Every second that you cling to life you have to feel alive

Well it's an easy thing to sell your skin

It's an easy thing to sell your skin

With the devil banging on the door , you always let him in.



With fading powers, we dream of hours that'll never come again

Old defenders are themselves defenceless when the mad attack the sane



What can you do, when you see no future in front of you?

Food for the few

So many it seems, stand in front of you

I see my face reflected there in a sweating brow.

You hate what you see, but what can be done when there's no way out

No way out



Now brother can you hear my voice

Brother can you hear my voice

Every second that you cling to life you have to feel alive

And now it's summer and the skies are glass

When it's summer and the skies are glass

I just have to make the evenings last, they're always flashing past



So there we cower

We sit for hours by a television screen

With funny cigarettes and talk for hours of the places that we've seen



But when you sleep

But when you sleep

Where do you go?

Where do you go?



But when you sleep

But when you sleep

Where do you go?

Where do you go?



I don't know

I don't know