Better the Man - 485C

«There's light in the dark», so the slavers say

'Cause I can’t recall what made the good old days

There’s no space at all for our dreams today

'Cause I feel a lack of my hand to play

I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun

Like the nightmare of this world couldn’t be ours until you feed my hearse

But I’m turning on this strange time

I feel an open retrieve from what we can’t find

Circumstantial relief is only brief light

Just a mirage of how the light shines

Better the man you trust, better than not

If I could search your speech impediment of cloth

Better the times you kept, constant withdrawal

«I voted leave,» he said, «cause house prices would fall.»

I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun

Like the nightmare of this world couldn’t be ours until you feed my hearse

But I’m turning on this strange time

I feel an open retrieve from what we can’t find

Circumstantial relief is only brief light

Just a mirage of how the light shines

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now

It’s just an image how the light shines now