Fists Up - The Blow

I have tried

My hopes have blossomed

And my hopes have fried

I tried to cut them all down,

But I found hopes were still living deep inside,

Like a team of renegade lovers

Working long hours, sneaking around

With a belief in the life of our love,

Like a light at the end at the end

Of a long tunnel, a struggle

Fists up!

For all their faith in what they’ve seen in your face

They really do believe that if

They hang on long enough

That you’ll come around

And finally let it show,

And all their hopes will be rewarded

For their impetus to grow

A Utopian peace could fall across the land

You’ll reach over for my hand

You’ll really want to hold my hand

And I don’t want to come to the point of this song,

Because the point of this song

Would have to be «so long»

It gets hard

The vigilantes can’t agree on who’s in charge

They gave their souls for the cause,

But the love that they were after is still at large

See this faith in which they found allegiance

Ripping at the seams as hope is running it’s course

The rebels just can’t muster the force

To walk the thin line between belief and delusion

And fists up!

For all their faith in what they’ve seen in your face

They really did believe

That if they’d hung on long enough

That you’d come around

And finally let it show

And all their hopes would be rewarded

For their impetus to grow

Utopian peace would fall across the land

You’d reach over for my hand,

You’d have really wanted to hold my hand

And I don’t want to come to the point of this song

because the point of this song

would have to be «so long»

It was perfect, you know,

With just one little problem,

The fact that it turns out

You don’t really want it

My love is a fortress,

My love is the Louvre,

But it can’t ever thrive

If I’m forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,

With just one little problem,

The fact that it turns out

You don’t really want it

My love is a fortress,

My love is the Louvre,

But it can’t ever thrive

If I’m forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,

With just one little problem,

The fact that it turns out

You don’t really want it

My love is a fortress,

My love is the Louvre,

But it can’t ever thrive

If I’m forced to keep proving it

It was perfect, you know,

With just one little problem,

The fact that it turns out

You don’t really want it

My love is a fortress,

My love is the Louvre,

But it can’t ever thrive

If I’m forced to keep proving it

Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah

It was perfect, you know,

With just one little problem,

The fact that it turns out

You don’t really want it

My love is a fortress,

My love is the Louvre,

But it can’t ever thrive

If I’m forced to keep proving it