Three crosses on the hill.
He who's lost is standing still.
He who's found the way, the will,
Where was I and where were you
When the tanker split in two
He who's standing in that gloop
Screaming in a crowded cage,
a pen that writes with silent rage,
The farmer dares to turn the page
And he's not afraid to fall
Frightened by some mad design
Some crawl and pray for time
He who dares to cross that line
And you haven't got a care for sure
You miss the bed and you hit the floor
She's trying to read the Sunday tide
The walls are thin and you're half blind
The porno queen is keeping time
You bang the wall and she blows her mind
And what about tomorrow's game?
Your epitaph is just a name
And it's pounded by the pouring rain
Fall, fall, will you be there,
will you catch me, when I fall?
he who's lost is standing still,
he who's found the way, the will.
Will you catch me when I fall?
