Everyone You Hold
Everyone You Hold
Personality
Nothing Comes
From the Safe House
Phosphorescence
Falling Open
Bubble
Can Do
Tenderness
Everyone you hold takes a piece of you away; everyone you know pricks the image of the human clay and everybody's laughing - the joke goes mouth to mouth and slips away. Everyone you hold leaves you something of themself; everyone you told spreads your secret on the warehouse shelf and everybody buys it for everyone's in commerce and in trade. When every sweet embrace has faded the voices dip, the faces dim and memory drifts away - still you stay in everyone you hold. Everyone you hold, no, they never leave your side; everybody knows there are secrets we can't hope to hide. If everyone is with you then you can never be alone at all and everyone forgives you - accumulated whispers, Chinese walls. Now everyone you knew with smiles that you've seen through we flag, it's true.... But you're still in everyone you hold. Everyone you hold, everyone you hold, everyone you told knows.
Not the same, we are changed and we are changing still; I've been waiting for the beans to spill. If the truth be told all the plots will unfold: we've as many lives as we have friends or acquaintances, we're all only fractions of a whole. Self-belief glues together personality; well-accomplished in all vanity, in a life-long dream the consciousnesses stream through as many lives as this: all the voices in our heads. My brother's keeper under no lock or key will you always look out for me? I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember the names, the essential's familiar, the personality's under change.... Through your eyes I can see reflections of my own, I feel I'm losing sight of all I've known and I'm spiralling down, in the gene pool drowned.... Truth is buried deep and just as well: we've as many lives as lies we tell, all the self-taught fragments of fractured personalities. I don't remember your name.
Consternation out of the box as the conversation runs onto the rocks; in full expectation nothing comes as a shock. It's all plain sailing in the dry dock; it's all downhill from here, in the rubble, taking stock... with no sense of feeling nothing comes as a shock. You remind me of the girlfriend I never had: never fitted the equation, I was never quite one of the lads. Still I remember that my feelings were always touch and go once I thought I knew all that, now I just don't know. The wrap's about to happen, the scene is already blocked, black-out's already plotted and the cameras are locked: when everything's over nothing comes as a shock. I remember that my feelings were always touch and go once I thought I knew it all, now I just don't know.
This is not the final call, and this is not a ghostly guide and these are not the words for which we've waited; still we're glued to the headsets while the world's collapsed outside.... is it all really over now? It doesn't matter if no-one else will hear. Now you can say what you want, all outspoken. Oh no, it doesn't matter, no-one can get near us now... so we can send in clear. The storm cloud's broken and the old rule's fallen down; the winds of history whip us naked. Nothing's familiar on the streets of the old town and chaos is the currency. It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear us now... It's time to send in clear, (Here in the Safe House, send in clear. fear in the Safe House) No messages for coding, no sense in subterfuge...all hope's in flight, but here we are and here it's ending. Last secrets to be whispered and the dying of the light are all that we have left now. It doesn't matter if no-one else can hear, now we can say what we want, all is open. At last it doesn't matter, no-one can get near us now... It's time to send in clear. (Here in the Safe House... all clear) And they're coming for you now, if you're ready or you're not and they're coming for you now - are you ready? No, you're not and they're here.
Across the ocean of the night you turn and look into my eyes, burn into my life. Now the moment's magical but we keep our silence You could tell me anything you want, you could tell me all your secret wishes; only in our eyes, only in our eyes we made the soul kiss and we will never pass this way again we will never know each other better; ships pass in the night and in their wake they leave just phosphorescence. You could tell me any lies you want, it wouldn't change the way I feel about this; only in our eyes, only in our eyes we made the soul kiss and we will never pass this way again but we'll always feel each other's presence... ships pass in the night and when we wake we're left with phosphorescence
I see what isn't there and what might be: all the pages falling open. Out of my grasp the future floods my fingers: the blood that binds the bone for us a given, unforgiving known. (All I've known unknowing) Although I'm stumbling onward on the words The script is always clasped within my hand, encrypted. (Now I see) A loosening grip, a palm asweat from clenching... the binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor. The book slips through my fingers, all the pages falling open.
Let's begin at the top: there's no reason to think that this will ever stop, so let's go back and start again; in this finite uncertainty we'll circle round and then sail a craft of self-conviction across tomorrow-never-knows where the surface stays unruffled while the coral clusters quietly down below. Cutting figures of pride and will like Leonardo cartoons we go flying formation in our hot-air speech balloons. Can't go back, can't reverse... no-one here really quite believes the bubble's going to, the bubble's going to, the bubble's going to burst. I fell off the raft of self-assurance into undertow that sucked me dry and deep; bent double by thought bubbles flooding through my blood I surfaced from a lifetime's worth of sleep. I remember once I gave myself the lecture, swore on life as both a blessing and a curse but all solid faith seems nothing but conjecture now the bubble's going to, bubble's going to, bubble's going to, bubble's going to burst. And our bones become the coral of the future and we slake the life-long thirst; with a pin-prick, on a reef like a razor the bubble's going to burst. The bubble's sure to burst.
When you're fingered by self-doubt, my dear, no-one is innocent or guilty. Chained, your reaction when you're on the spot: the flower of faith is wilting. But if there's something that you've left behind there'll be something else upcoming... make what you will, the future happens; now this is something that you just won't find till later. No disillusion or despair will be defeat, no simple disappointment should stay you get up upon your feet, (Don't you ever give up on me) stand up: life is sweet (I will never give up on you) with will we'll all shine through... (Don't you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know quite what can do. you can do.) When the long wave of the future breaks we're all transmitters and receivers, babes, and we're swaddled in the changeling room. If this is nothing less than mystic and yet something more than strange still there's nothing worth remembering for tomorrow you could ever change... I think you got it, I think you got it, it's in the pocket. You know your place, you know your name, you got your slot, you got the strength to be exactly what you want to. With faith in faith intact, (Don't you ever give up on me) time to test the given facts: (I will never give up on you) when we wake we'll be made brand new (Don't you ever say "Can't", if you know that's not true) and I'll be there right beside you. (Don't you ever say "Won't", when you know you'll pull through) I believe in time we'll all shine through... (Don't you ever say "Can't", till you try you don't know what you Can do can do.) Don't you say you can't do it; till you try you don't know what you can do. You say you can't do it - says who?
Nothing I can say, but this much I can do: if you want I'll stay and be with you. Just let the tears flood down and, yes, I can offer you tenderness. What is gone is gone, it can be no more, so we must move along and close the door. I'm not his match, this I confess - but still I offer you tenderness. No more, no less: I can offer you tenderness. He'll stay with you, I know... (now's the time to) remember and let go. Life will turn around though now it's growing dim, although you feel the light's gone out with him. Cry out all your tears, you loved him best - still I offer you tenderness, no more, no less; deep in your distress I'm here to offer some tenderness. I'm here to offer you tenderness. All I can offer's tenderness. Remember and let go.