Besedila: Pilate. Hold The Line.

Look out your front door, there's ship comin' in
I can't tell you what it brings
So carry your grief on down to the port
Tonight were bound for other shores

We live like the sun, comin' up, comin' down
Ever distant, ever proud
Now the world unfolds, shall young never see
All the wounds that never bleed

Wounds that never bleed
Wounds that never bleed

Just hold the line
You'll find my time's not enough
And I'll hold the line
And you'll find my time's not enough

Can beauty be stark, so sad and wise?
Just like an ocean in your eyes
Can I carry the load, can I slip in your skin?
On the outside lookin' in

Outside lookin' in
Outside lookin' in

And just hold the line
You'll find my time's not enough
And just hold the line
And you'll find my time's not enough

It's the peace that I'm defending
I don't know son, I don't know son
Knowledge bears a price unending
And I don't know son, I don't know son

Just hold the line
And you'll find that time's not enough

There's a light on your face and I hope on the breeze
A knowing whisper in the trees
There's money to burn and books to read
Another lie to be believed