Look at him running there's so far to go,
He's very short of breath
And he'd said don't be late
Just don't be late
With his parcel tucked tight under his arm
He's sure he's passed half way
And he'd said don't be late
Just don't be late.

DID YOU DO EVERYTHING YOU'RE TOLD
THE INSTRUCTION YOU HAD WAS OLD

I wasn't sure if I'd hear you
I'm glad you're still alright

IT'S ALL BEEN ARRANGED FOR TEN
THE STREETS SHOULD BE CLEAR BY THEN

I've done all that you told me
I'm sure that they will wait

THEIR TIMING WAS MADE QUITE CLEAR
IF WE'RE LATE THEY WILL NOT APPEAR

They don't know, they don't know
They don't know how far we've had to go

CAN YOU PICK UP THIS SLOWING PACE
YOU'RE RUNNING A LOSING RACE

No! Soon we'll see them
Then you'll know
That I have not delayed, he said

Chorus
Hurry and don't be late
You'd better hurry you might be late
Just hurry and don't be late
You'd better hurry you may be late

IF WE'RE LATE I WILL NOT SURVIVE
THEY WILL KEEP ME ALIVE

It's not too far now
And I can only wish you luck friend

I'm sorry I go alone
This metal is a cold home

I can see they're waiting
A few more steps and you'll be there, he said

Chorus
Just hurry and don't be late
You'd better hurry you may be late

I've watched the way you store into the night
There's plenty out there and you need to see it all
There's something in you that doesn't like daylight
You'd better close your eyes and wait until you're called

What's it gonna be tonight?
What do ya wanna do?
So what's it gonna be tonight?
What cha gonna do?
What's it gonna be tonight?
What do ya wanna do?
So what's it gonna be tonight?

That's a most outstanding stamina you've got
And you push it 'till you get all that you came for
It doesn't seem to work until it's night for you
You're just sitting there all day until they call
What's it gonna be tonight?
What do ya wanna do?
So what's it gonna be tonight?
What cha gonna do?
What's it gonna be tonight?
What do ya wanna do?
So what's it gonna be tonight?
What cha gonna do?
Don't things look better in the night?
Don't things look better in the night?
Don't things look better in the night, to you?
Don't things look better in the night, to you?
Don't things look better in the night, to you?
Don't things look better in the night, to you?

He fancied himself a professional dreamer
Never much good at pretending to be something else
Often times he would sit there expressionless
Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
Sometimes he hears voices...
It's that space in his head you say
Sometimes he hears voices...
Then they just seem to fade away
Gone it an instant, without notice
One minute with us, next minute miles away
This time Vienna, next time Calais
The further the better with little or no delay
Sometimes he hears voices...
It's that space in his head you say
Sometimes he hears voices...
Then they just seem to fade away
One day he took it a little too far
Woke up... standing ... right where you are!
Surrounded by strangers and stranger surroundings
Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
Sometimes he hears voices...
It's that space in his head you say
Sometimes he hears voices...
But they just seem to fade away It's time to go

Last time you dramatized
I knew it was your job
And you really did it well
Next time you might criticize
I get so confused
What'll it be this time?
Compromise
Compromise
Now, reflect, but not too long!
Those presses are waiting,
Can't miss that deadline!
Even at the best of times
You can't hope to please us all.
So what'll it be this time?
Compromise
Compromise
Now, reflect, but not too long!
Reload...
Then hide again
Each time a different view
How's your perspective?
Bending a little line
You could use a very different kind of phrasing
What'll it be this time?
Compromise
Compromise
Now, reflect, but not too long!

He woke up in a sweat
With a fading dream
But one picture still stood clear
And he wasn't sure if he could see it any other way
They're like a tiny dot
On an endless page
Just waiting to be erased
And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game

Chorus
You've got too much to lose
You've got too much to lose

He looked out on the field
They were hard at work
Like locusts in flight
And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do
The sound of metal being shaped
To enable its flight
Not that far away
And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view

Chorus

Chorus

You just sit there like there's nothing wrong
Slightly unconcerned
Don't you think your silence
Holds you back?
Won't you ever learn? (Take it)
Can't you see it's worth it?
Can't you try?
Time is running out
If you don't think you'll make it
Let me know
But please don't waste my time
Just help me out I can't do this myself anymore
Help me out I can't do this myself anymore
If you lack inspiration
If you need a push
Think of what you'll gain
I won't criticize you
I'll be kind I'll even play your game
If you'll help me out I can't do this myself anymore
Help me out I can't do this myself anymore
You just sit there listening
Like there's nothing wrong
Slightly unconcerned
Don't you think your silence
Holds you back?
Won't you ever learn? (Take it)

Young Albert was searching for something
A little bit out of the ordinary
Some kind of break in his dull routine
One day he took leave of his senses
Dropped everything, climbed over his fences
To find out himself if their grass was green
Someone should tell him to go back
He may have taken leave of his senses
Tell him to go back
He's liable to forget where he is
Little Audrey was certainly restless
Getting nearly everything but needing next to nothing
Nothing apart from a change of pace
It never entered her mind when it left her
That she might miss that pomp and splendour
Those things she'd seen but could never face
Someone should tell her to go back
She may have taken leave of her senses
Tell her to go back
She's likely to forget where she is
Tell them to go back
Because they may have taken leave of their senses
Tell them to go back
They're likely to forget where they are

Can you see the day,
when everyone can say they've got one?
A cloud is moving in,
blotting out your landmine vision
So many are afraid,
concealing all their secret weapons
You can see it in their eyes,
like the brake lights on a highway glisten
Three billion is a lot,
it's impossible to separate them
A carrer is made and lost,
in sorting out the devastation
What you get you've got,
the rest can be imagination
And what you lose you've lost,
here comes the instant separation
Careful where you step
There may be a mine under there