Blind Curve: Vocal Under A Bloodlight / Passing Strangers / Mylo / Perimeter Walk / Threshold - Medley; 1998 Remastered Version

I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight
 Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
 A lonely piece of action from another town
 I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
 Can't you stay away?
 Just leave me alone with my thoughts
 Just a runaway, just a runaway
 I'm saving myself
 II. Passing Strangers
 Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
 Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
 I'm too tired to fight.
 So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
 Still trying to get over
 Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
 All those passing strangers
 And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
 Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
 III. Mylo
 Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
 And we sat and cried on the phone
 I never felt so alone
 He was the first of our own
 Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
 Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
 The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
 Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
 And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
 'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."
 So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
 And he looked out the window and it started to rain
 I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
 So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
 And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
 Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
 IV. Perimeter Walk
 It would be incredible if we could
 Retrace all the times that we lived here
 All the collisions
 Wasted, I've never been so wasted
 I've never been this far out before
 Perimeter walk
 There's a presence here
 I feel could have been ancient,
 I could have been mystical
 There's a presence
 A child, my child
 My childhood, a misplaced childhood
 Give it back to me, give it back to me
 A childhood, that childhood
 Oh please give it back to me.
 V. Threshold
 I saw a war widow in a launderette
 Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
 She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
 A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
 I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
 Trying to pick up a war
 They're going to even the score
 Oh... I can't take any more
 I see black flags on factories
 Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
 I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
 Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
 Should we say goodbye?
 I see priests, politicians?
 Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
 I see children pleading with outstretched hands
 Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
 I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
 How can we justify?
 They call us civilised!