which they had that morning inserted deep into her body. She

shuddered instinctively. No

life at all in the house of dolls.

No love lost. No love lost.

You’ve been seeing things,

In darkness, not in learning,

Hoping that the truth will pass.

No life underground, wasting never changing,

Wishing that this day won’t last.

To never see you show your age,

To watch until the beauty fades,

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

(Second verse on Warsaw album)

Two-way mirror in the hall,

They like to watch everything you do,

Transmitters hidden in the walls,

So they know everything you say is true,

Turn it on,

Don’t turn it on,

Turn it on.

Don’t speak of safe Messiahs,

A failure of the Modern Man,

To the centre of all life’s desires,

As a whole not an also ran.

Love in a hollow field,

Break the image of your father’s son,

Drawn to an inner feel,

He was thought of as the only one,

He was thought of as the only one.

He no longer denies,

All the failures of the Modern Man.

No, no, no, he can’t pick sides,

Sees the failures of the Modern Man.

Wise words and sympathy,

Tell the story of our history.

New strength gives a real touch,

Sense and reason make it all too much.

With a strange fatality,

Broke the spirits of a lesser man,

Some other race can see,

In his way he was the only one,

In his way he was the only one.

He no longer denies

All the failures of the Modern Man.

No, no, no, he can’t pick sides,

Sees the failures of the Modern Man.

Now that it’s right to decide,

In his time he was a total man,

Taken from Caesar’s side,

Kept in silence just to prove who’s wrong.

He no longer denies,

All the failures of the Modern Man.

No, no, no, he can’t pick sides,

Sees the failures of the Modern Man,

All the failures of the Modern Man.

Scratching out atrocity,

Splintered in the sand,

In a deathshroud looking back,

Walking hand in hand.

Draw the lines onto your face,

To make it look brand new,

Nothing here will fit in place,

To screen the likes of you.

Stranded in hostility,

Buried further down,

Waiting in a churchyard,

For the sons to come around,

Burning down conventions now,

To give me all the proof,

Nothing here will hold somehow,

To give a glimpse of truth.

Searching for some other life,

To hide behind your door,

On a strange wave plunging down,

With hopes for little more,

Someone might have changed somewhere,

To bring us into line,

All so near to hit and run,

To cut the gaps in time.

Waiting for the cold to come,

To face one final stand,

Viewing scenes in black and white,

Walking hand in hand,

Reaching from the distance,

To find some strength again.

I’ve seen the real atrocities,

Buried in the sand,

Stockpiled safety for a few,

While we stand holding hands.

I’m living in the Ice age,

I’m living in the Ice age,

Nothing will hold,

Nothing will fit,

Into the cold,

It’s not an eclipse.

Living in the Ice age,

Living in the Ice age,

Living in the Ice age.

Searching for another way,

Hide behind the door,