Heading for the great escape

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 

bridge is not a high place 
The fifty-second floor 
Icarus would know 
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