Story Behind the Song
A song about how f---ed up the world has become for lack of leaders who care about anything or have any principles apart from (un)pure economics upon which to base their decisions. Or maybe it's about something else...we're not sure.
Lyrics
ACTORS PRAYERS
©1998 Kakoczky, Levy, Whitehouse
All Rights Reserved
Lyrics by Whitehouse
A window opens all along, like a phantom silent day,
Well we learned to roll the stone over isolated glades,
Must be hijacked intuition, no fuel for extended flight,
Well you're fixing up your sound confusion, and you lose your hands to the fight.
And I'm on the edge of the night, it's the only black and white every day,
Lord, edge of the night, brick walls are out of sight, i must say.
Laughing in place at nowhere,
Let the breezes float and tear,
Tell the actor to say his prayers,
In the role of Nobody Cares.
Darlin always talks his low estate, and afterwards it's too late,
Thought you had the time to wait, you are crooked as a line is straight.
World is wired on firelight, shadows keep us awake at night,
No fuel for extended flight, you lose your hands to the fight,
When you're on the edge of night, it's the only black and white, maybe grey,
Smash your head into the clouds, fire all aloud once you're saved.
See it on the edge of the night, blinded to the sound of your own pain,
Thought you looked at me, he said, probably be better off dead, anyway.
Children cut rainbows in half as the steel pinches the heart,
See life as factory skill and nothin' grows, cause the water's all gone,
If you stare long enough in time, you'll see the words disappear,
If you're goin to hell, I'll give you a lift on my way there.
On the edge of the night, yeah,
I'll see you on the edge of the night, everythings alright and okay,
Talking two at a time, fallin' down at the sight of mine,
I can't sell my wares, cause nobody cares,
Don't you like my song, even though I do it wrong,
On the edge of the night, It's the only black and white, all day long.
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