Woke up this morning feeling half dead
Twelve dark angels were in my head
None were my lovers, none were my friends
Who are these people, and where does it end?
Ocean, bring me an ocean
Sweep me away, and make me clean again
An ocean, a bright blue ocean
Heavenly water to wake, and clean my soul
Lashed to the rock, where the river runs red
Lucchia tore the eyes from her head
The words on her tongue spun down below
Birds without wings, a saintless halo
The sweetest of dreams locked in our sleep
The armies of night are ruling the streets
Take us away from these bleak avenues
When you've given up hope, there's nothing to lose.
We move past the junkyards, the signs of the times
The rain that is falling is burning our eyes
We walk to the shoreline and kneel in the sand
Watching the water eat up the land
And who are my lovers, who are my friends
Who are these people, and where does it end?
Lashed to the rock, where the rivers run red
Lucchia tore the eyes from her head
Ocean, just bring me an ocean
Sweep me away, and make me clean again
An ocean, a bright blue ocean
Heavenly water to wake, and clean my soul
Clean my soul, clean my soul . . .
©1986 The Nails
This was George's song, from the chords and riffs, to inspiring the melody...