Midas Vision - Arena

Creeping out into the night

Keep your hands outstretched and

Your eyes closed tightly

Running out on your own

Don’t answer the door or the telephone

This is no kind of a dream

Not a blessing but a curse

This is no illusion

You’ve had them before —

This isn’t the first

Reaching out — so cold!

What did I say — did I do

To lose my hold on you

Everything you touch

With your finger tips — Hurts so much

There’s a fallen wish

It’s shattered on the ground like a broken gift

The Midas Vision

Was always beating in your heart

The foolish greed, the golden seed

Is dragging out and tearing you apart!

Reaching out — so cold!

What did I say — did I do

To lose my hold on you?

Reaching out with

All that I could give

What should I say — should I do

To make you…

Holding out, holding out your hands

Open up, open up your eyes

Is that the knock

Or the ringing of the bell

Open the door

To your own private hell

Reaching out — so cold!

What did I say — did I do

To lose my hold on you?

Reaching out

With all that I could give

What should I say — should I do

To make you live again?

Reaching out — so cold!

What did I say — did I do

To lose my hold on you?

Reaching out

With all that I could give

What should I say — should I do

To make you live again?