This is the sky before you, hope that you can see it. 
Still miles to go before you hit the chill stars, start 
feeling the cold. 
Feed your curiosity, this could be the start of 
something new. 
Quiet fears in these darker years so we ask for quiet 
miracles. 
Bored fool, ah you cry for the moon, then you lock 
yourself inside at night. 
You want to die for all the lonely, this could be your 
last adventure, 
One big heroic gesture. 

But you can't find a music lover and you can't tear the 
system down 
And you couldn't save the school children on a Saturday 
in a small market town. 
scared. 
And days can be long and the nights can be vicious when 
we get scared. 

Now you lie there in your tv chair asleep among your 
memories, 
I must speak fast before you're lost to the past and 
you are lost to me. 
I'd say there are monsters beneath your bed 
But there's an angel with a hand on your head. 

But you can't find a music lover and you can't tear the 
system down 
And you couldn't save the school children on a Saturday 
in a small market town. 
Saturday in a small market town. 
Saturday in a small market town.