modern history, nothing's easy
fallen empires and burnt tyres and bee stings
g-strings
stone-cold companion
the deepest canyon
the highest ransom still standing so handsome
the right price
balance carefully
so bright and breezy
the high trapeze seems to fly back so easy
so teasing
reach the summit
babe we've won it
overdone it dear, but hell, we've won it
time fades
sacred to the shades
the safest place in a storm can wait
we've waited, waited so long
here's a song for a mind gone wrong
still strong as the first time we climbed through the bars