Waiting in silence

On through the darkness

Maybe the noise

Will end someday



Laughing and screaming

Without a meaning

Maybe the wolves

Will run, run away



None of my dreams was made for sale

They belong to me-

I’ve got no words and songs for sale

‘cos they’are one with me!



Take my songs for your heart

Take my dreams and my art

Voices and silence and dreams

Dreams of songs and words for you just stick to thunderground



Need a choice

Or need a true voice

Stay around

‘cos we’ll be there



We need your hearts

Your endless devotion

We need to know

You’re there and you care