the silence of the siren's sister says we will ride, we will arrive on time the passing of the mermaid's breath says we can ride, we can ride all night. we can ride, ride all night. The line on the map says this path, this path has been trod before The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that can’t be done. The warning by the water side says beware the line, this river is apt to flood there was a warning put up at the bottom of the hill said this bridge, this bridge is apt to be gone And you and I we stood there and wondered who builds a bridge at the peak of river in the sharpest point in the flow and it was somebody else said someone who wanted to get across just once, just once just get across once We will ride we will ride segosa madela segosa madela say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across say it's a murder say it's a murder say it's a river there's a one way to cross There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before segosa madela segosa madela say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across say it's a murder say it's a murder say it's a river there's a one way to cross There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a There's a flood come There's a flood come There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that hasn’t been done.

I’m tracking the moon across the sky through the window of the train And I recognise this town from the white house by the railway line There’s something about serenity and there’s something about hope And I need to catch it all in one place ‘cause it drips through my fingers like sand My brother is out there lost and the tide is lapping at his knees I am hopelessly adrift he says to me Barefoot white corridors, banana leaves and Jacaranda trees These were the things that strengthen and strangle me Ships aground where the sea used to be It faded away and left us adrift An ocean of sand and a shore of salt A bucket of fears and industrial fault He says Someone else might have found something else to be done But we are children of an older god, and yes, we have strange customs. So it generally comes back, when all is said and done, to another beer and a gun. When all is said and done, it always, always, always comes back to the gun

Naked in the lobby of a pension in Bilbao Battered, bleeding, broken, crawling on face down. Two men for a funeral and an old man of the cloth Trailing lines of blood and not stopping to wipe it off You can choose to preach your story And you can dig at the mountain base And you can plan for a landslide coming When they’ve forgotten your face Eight hours under arc lights, interrogation cell Guardia civil are listening, they may as well Two men for the record and the story stays the same Turning round the questions and planting seeds of shame You see a people migrate slowly Across rough terrain This fractured moon we travel under Puts a heart over a brain You’ll never get a answer, never get your things back Might get an apology and 50 euros to get on track And then you’re clear… So you send… Two men for the fall guys and one to bury the case Closing up the file and getting the records erased And you can dig at a mountain base And you can shore it up with wood And you can set a slow flame burning Where it’ll do no good And when the lifetime’s passed you over And the story’s become a game You can start the landslide coming And send it crashing down again.

It was only for a second, no more than a moment I swear We held each other’s glances then she was not there And I’m sorry if it made you smaller I’m sorry if it made you fade away And I’m sorry if it took you for granted Or undermined your grace I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile at me today Four years still seems a bit too soon And I still hear your voice sometimes in the next room And I try to pile the papers Away from the door And I still keep all your pictures Framed in the hall I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile at me today Today we met for coffee and we plan to meet again And I wish that could ask for forgiveness in your name And I’m sorry if that’s your whisper In the storm outside the house And I’m sorry if you’re not the last thing on my mind Before the lights go out I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile down on me today I hope that it’s ok I hope that it’s alright I hope that you don’t look down tonight I hope that it’s ok I hope that it’s alright And I’m sorry but I hope that you don’t look down tonight

I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates I’m drifting down with the tide. And I am dreaming, Avaline in spring I am learning, learning all my fears are to begin again Afresh, anew, a fresh dawn in bloom. More like a hot wind through a crowded room Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind The sun is shining through the window on my back And I’m falling asleep at my desk Think I’m gonna roll away now Gonna take a little rest Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Forever, no trains running on those rails Forever running on the wind Think I’m gonna roll away now Think I’m gonna roll away now Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now Think I’m gonna roll away now Think I’m gonna roll away now Let them find what’s left now Let them find what’s left now Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Well there’s a wind building and it looks like it’s going to be a bit of a blower And the seagulls are in from the coast and that’s rarely a good sign And it looks like the whole of the southern sky is a thunderhead And the storm warning on the radio is talking about 1920 something Forever running on the wind Forever, no trains running on those rails Forever, no trains running on those rails I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates I’m drifting down with the tide. A saddened stormy angel The offshore wind in his eyes