Lowlands

The low pressure band had broken up but not let go
as holy stormy monday broke out on the streets below
if not to hear your voice is still the thing i can't replace
somehow i can always see your face
In the lowlands
I rise up in the evening and rebuild a heart of stone
all around the border where your memories have grown
'til someone told me don't you know there is no hiding place
not until you meet it face to face
In the lowlands
on the battlefield
in the lowlands
in the lowlands
in the lowlands
in the rain
on the street
in all the places
where we used to meet
I can see a big bright continent
where fear does not exist
where you could walk away from me
and i would not resist
and i won't be coming back again
to see where we went wrong
never more to hear your siren song
And you may not find your hiding place
not until you meet it
face to face to face
the low pressure band had broken up, but not let go
as holy stormy monday broke out on the streets below
in the lowlands