Playing On... -

Hide the heart in a secret place

Spirit locked behind our public face

(Lost, lost) in our forgotten years

Imprisoned by our mental peers

Playing on, into the Ethersphere

Playing on, and nothing interferes

And in our own sweet time

In our own darkened homes

We’ll sneak a listen

To the music that died alone

Played across such jambled staves

Stay through dictated waves

The bar lines slash like red-tape

Across the manuscript of life

All its melodies are trapped in templates

And designer culture’s knives

Playing on, into the Ethersphere

Playing on, even if no one hears

And in our own sweet time

In our own darkened homes

We’ll sneak a listen

To the music that died alone

Music that died alone

We hide such high ambition

Behind the vestiges of smiles

Deny such thoughts' existence

With cheap «one liners» for a while

Feeding to the critics

All the things that might have been

Who turn ambition to pretension

To outmoded and obscene

Sell our dreams

To the mainstream’s sway

Mould our lives

To a typecast for today

We pay people to destroy us

In the media every day

So we’ll all know our place and keep it

And never want to move away…

Playing on, into the Ethersphere

Playing on, even if no one hears

And in our deepest hearts

In our own darkened homes

We’ll sneak a listen

To the music that died alone