Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the dignified walk away
Heading for the open road Goodbye to all that Heading for the automatic overload
Standing in the open boat Standing in the swing Waiting for the ringing and the bright light
Waiting to be recognised Quiet applause will do They shower you with flowers when they bury you
You're holding on, you're holding on ...
I. The Last of You Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you You come here scratchin' at my door Your pain and anger's in the howling dark Of every corridor I walk
So tell me more about the love that you rejected Tell me more about the trust you disrespected I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one Why did you hurt the very one That you should have protected?
II. Falling from the Moon Don't ask me why I'm doing this You wouldn't understand You're asking the wrong questions You couldn't understand
A bridge is not a high place The fifty-second floor Icarus would know A mountain isn't far to fall
When you've fallen When you've fallen from the moon
There's murder on the street I'm ashes on the water now, somewhere far away I have fallen, fallen from the moon