Tekstovi: Trouble. Manic Frustration. Fear.

There`s a fear called livin`
and the eye that sees us all
light shines through my window
and I`m sure it will lead us - alright
I hear music all around me
someone born in the next room
count the dead and wait for morning
we`re all standing in a row - time to go
keep on hopin` for sunny days
but it just rains on me
all his pleasures seem to grow
till I smile no more
we can see the colour of our dreams
if we all had been sleeping
I can see the blind man laughing
`scuse me while I close my eyes