Heading for the great escape

Heading for the rave

Heading for the permanent holiday

Heading for the winter trip

Heading for the slide

Heading for the dignified walk away

Heading for the open road

Goodbye to all that

Heading for the automatic overload

Standing in the open boat

Standing in the swing

Waiting for the ringing and the bright light

Waiting to be recognised

Quiet applause will do

They shower you with flowers when they bury you

You're holding on, you're holding on ...

I. The Last of You

Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you

You come here scratchin' at my door

Your pain and anger's in the howling dark

Of every corridor I walk

So tell me more about the love that you rejected

Tell me more about the trust you disrespected

I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one

Why did you hurt the very one

That you should have protected?

II. Falling from the Moon

Don't ask me why I'm doing this

You wouldn't understand

You're asking the wrong questions

You couldn't understand

A bridge is not a high place

The fifty-second floor

Icarus would know

A mountain isn't far to fall

When you've fallen

When you've fallen from the moon

There's murder on the street

I'm ashes on the water now, somewhere far away

I have fallen, fallen from the moon