Yet Another Movie (Delicate Sound of Thunder, Live 1988)

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
face outside the windowpane
However did it come to this? 

man who ran, a child who cried
girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed 

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough 

The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still 

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst; and he's not the best 

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look 

man in black on a snow white horse
pointless life has run its course
The red-rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun