Letras:
Show Of Hands

: Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up

: Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exists all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's

: So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know -- things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The

: An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water -- No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert

: Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide

: All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away

: I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and

me. give me your love all night long when the lights is turning off./ Give me give me. Give me your pizza. In the canadian islands my name is in your hands

: La La La, La La La. Victors Child: Tell you wut. Victor Wooten: Tell me what you what to be when you grow up. Victor's Child 2: I'm a be a ballerina