Well the movement was complete, behind the scenes of the past that tripped up through the night
And the dawning was so sweet, raining pelting on the roof but there's no need to move

Walking tightrope through the maze of confusion no end to exclusion they're holding out for more this time where have they been these days
When they're needed most

By the evening we were on the street, embracing the night like a long lost friend
Come the morning the mood had shifted again, don't believe all the things that you read but cannot see

Walking tightrope through the maze of confusion no end to exclusion they're holding out for more this time where have they been these days
When they're needed most