Last Scene - No:Carrier

When the sun is shining in winter times

Onto the snow covered hills

That I see looking out of my window

I feel a certain chill

When I walk down the deserted streets

With no one there but my memories

Coming to that house where it all began

When I look through the blinded windows

Though I can’t see a lot I know it still shows

The last scene of a play we shouldn’t have staged

If I were you I wouldn’t be so eager

To tell them things they already know

If I were you I’d go and try

To live as I preach, so that it shows

If I were you I wouldn’t go on talking

About the things I barely understand

If I were you I’d get their help

To find out about who I really am

I think of you and all the others

Who lived through all the glory of ours

But in the end we couldn’t get what we wanted from it

When I think back to these exciting times

I’m still sure we could have gotten it right

But maybe it was just a play we shouldn’t have staged

If I were you I wouldn’t be so eager

To tell them things they already know

If I were you I’d go and try

To live as I preach, so that it shows

If I were you I wouldn’t go on talking

About the things I barely understand

If I were you I’d get their help

To find out about who I really am

Who I really am

Who I am

Who I really am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am