Soul In Isolation
    (专辑: Strange Times - 1986)
    
    Soul in isolation  I 
can hear you breathing down the 
hall  Soul in isolation  I 
can hear you whisper through the 
walls  And if I 
had a 
mind to now  I 
could call to you  Or I 
could simply shut you out  No more would you cry, cry, cry   I 
give you my time to kill  But you'll never never break my will  Or I 
could sink a 
sleeping pill  And in the 
morning could be sleeping still  But most of you are much too ill  Oh, way beyond a 
surgeon's skill  In bondage to a 
dollar bill  What more can you buy, buy, buy-uy-uy   Oh, when you think on it, when you think of it  We're all souls in isolation  Alive in here, I'm alive in here  I'm alive in here  Oh, when you think on it, when you think of it   Come here!  A 
word in your ear  A 
word in your ear  A 
word in your ear  Back to the 
trees  Back to the 
trees  Back to the 
trees   Big bad giant standing tall  Crushing all the 
creatures great and small  I'd like to see this giant fall  When will it come?  When will it come?  Words that rattle 'round my head  Struck by lightning, someone said  Diamond bullet through the 
head  Right in the 
brain  Are they right in the 
brain?  Are they right in the 
brain?  Are they right in the 
brain?   Will I 
see the 
jailer's face?  Did my mother lead me to this place?  Or will I 
live to see his face?  Will another come to take my place in total isolation?  Surrounded by fears  Too many clowns, too many tears  Isolation, surrounded by crowds  In another world, head in the 
clouds  I'm alive in here, I 
scream  But you still can't hear  I'm alive in here  I'm alive, turn on the 
light  Turn on the 
light   Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it  We're all souls in isolation  Alive in here, I'm alive in here  I'm alive in here  Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it  We're all souls in isolation  Alive in here, I'm alive in here  I'm alive in here  Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it  We're all souls in isolation   We're always searching for something  Searching  Dear, dear, dead days  I'm longing for you  Sweetest virgin  Now deflowered