The story's never been told The secret almost went cold Some words are better left unsaid The fantasy had grown old No more room in the fold Don't quote me more lies you read Looks kinda cloudy Maybe I won't make it I can see rain in the sky Impossible questions can never be answered No matter how hard you try Foolishly talking We keep on walking The blind always leading the blind
Can't find no pot of gold Somebody sold the rainbow Then told us we are all free Looked for the yellow-brick road It was paved over in stones Sharpened to cut up my feet Looks kinda cloudy Maybe I won't make it I can see rain in the sky Impossible questions can never be answered No matter how hard you try Foolishly talking We keep on walking The blind always leading the blind
Take the idea of Foucault Watch the pendulum swing low Measuring days passing by Shifting it's weight as it goes Pushing back all your hopes Time after time after time Looks kinda cloudy Maybe I won't make it I can see rain in the sky Impossible questions can never be answered No matter how hard you try Foolishly talking, we keep on walking The blind always leading the blind.
Compositores: Pauline Black, Nicholas Welsh ECAD: Obra #42714525