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Radio silence, blackout on the way, trees are bending
Ultra violence, sandman’s in the pit, message is sending
Can’t push the river, can’t wear a cloud
Can’t make a move, that’s not allowed
Don’t see the picture till it’s too late
Just shoot the messenger at the gate.
Don’t need a weatherman, no time to understand
Never seen so much rain, stormy days are here again
Don’t have a master plan, just do the best I can
Never heard so much pain, stormy days are here again
Streets so quiet, cars have broken down, no-one’s walking
Don’t say the word, just write it down, no ones talking
Rainbow for the blind man, victim for the crime
Can’t find the right words or make them rhyme
No sense in poetry or pretty prose
The feel of salty water between my toes
Can’t push the river, can’t wear a cloud
Can’t push the river, can’t wear a cloud
Can’t hide a feeling in a crowded room
Can’t see the cradle for the tomb
Can’t make your mind up, driven round the bend
Can’t tell a story that doesn’t have an end