Solomon - Arena

Why should all the wise survive When nothing is what it may seem Why do all the living die When only the dying remain Helpless are the broken wishes Dashed upon

Something on the edge of this place Something on the edge of my mind Getting closer to me Growing stronger in me all the time The young foretell a life ahead Th

Walk along the waterfall Watching as the world turns red Wonder where the river flows And the blood on the river bed Poison lies too close to us Reach across th

Half heard cries in the night Bolt the door Put out the light The clock just stopped Time goes slow Listen to my voice on the telephone Fine prayers Sweet dream

This is a clown's tale Falling over Again and again He paints his face With colours from the sun But he is living in the rain This is a clown's tale Jumping up

Desperation on your own Let the kindred spirits go Keep on building Stone on stone Never fail Never doubt Stands alone Stone on stone I shall lie within this sh

Creeping out into the night Keep your hands outstretched and Your eyes closed tightly Running out on your own Don't answer the door or the Telephone This is no