Lyrics

Small hands on the window, fingernails black. Young girl advertising takes us all back. Sheets of iron vaporizing over their heads. Their numbers keep on multiplying, where does it end? Father rises early and wakes up his son. Rise and shine my darling and praise the one. Mother's up already doing her best to get us fed. Dirty, discarded, an old piece of bread. Too young for tomorrow, too old for today. And there they stay, separate lives, same feelings. We've got to cross the line to understand the bleeding inside. Across the road a mighty home with five empty rooms. A lonely man sits gun in hand, staring at his doom. The echo of their voices still ringing in his ears. A family disjointed, broken by his dreams. He breaks out in a cold sweat of fear, sensing the angel, the end is near. Too old for tomorrow, too young for today. And there they stay, separate lives, same feelings. We've got to cross the line to understand the bleeding inside. Out of his slumber, there's a knock on his door. A little boy begging with pangs of hunger. He takes a glance, sees the boy as a second chance calling. Take my wealth, give me your hand, for I have fallen. Too young for tomorrow, too old for today. And there they stay, separate lives, same feelings. We've got to cross the line to understand the bleeding inside. We're living separate lives, same feelings. We've got to cross the line.