(N. Finn)
the firelight plays on me
the choir ignites behind me
the rising voice of
discontent
all the guardian angels
you can bang the drum
look what we've become
i
hope there might be one of us
who calls the tune
last day of june
the so called third
dimension
hardly deserves a mention
the first and second stages
have been confused for
ages
knowledge has been lost
how much does it cost
i hope there might be one of
us
who calls the tune
last of june
who breaks the news
last day of june
the city
draws it's breath in
i can almost hear it thinking
there are people within my walls
see
their wild disorder
driving their machines
swarming like a million bees
i hope there
might be one of us
who calls the tune
last day of june
who speaks the truth
last day
of june
who breaks the news
last day of june
