I just have to make the evenings last
They're always flying past
When it's raining and the sky is black
I just love to hear the thunder roll
And see the lightning crack
Of the places we have seen
Brother can you hear my voice
Every second that you cling to life
It's an easy thing to sell your skin
When the devil's banging on your door
That will never come again
Old defenders are themselves defenceless
When the mad attack the sane
So many it seems are in front of you
Reflected there in your sweating brow
Brother can you hear my voice
Every second that you cling to life