Tekster: Vapors. New Clear Days. Sixty Second Interval.

By Dave Fenton



The moon is up

It's grey tonight

And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears

A dead bright lesson from a million light years



The game is up It's cold tonight

So we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn

Both hungry and simple and calm and warm



Sixty second interval

Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view



They're out tonight


The masks are down

And friends meet strangers and strangers are friends

And pain is passion and passion must end


They're here tonight




No fear tonight

And the hands on the faces have started to move
It's slow at first but it's over too soon




Sixty second interval

Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view


They're here tonight



No fear tonight
And the hands on the faces have started to move

It's slow at first but it's over too soon



Sixty second interval

Here it comes

Sixty second interval

Here it comes
Here it comes


Here it comes