The low pressure band had broken up but not let
go As holy stormy Monday broke out on the
streets below If not to hear your voice is
still the thing I can't replace Somehow I can
always see your face
In the
lowlands
I rise up in the evening and
rebuild a heart of stone All around the border
where your memories have grown 'Til someone
told me don't you know there is no hiding
place Not until you meet it face to
face
In the lowlands On the
battlefield In the lowlands In the
lowlands In the lowlands In the rain On
the street In all the places Where we used
to meet
I can see a big bright
continent Where fear does not exist Where
you could walk away from me And I would not
resist And I won't be coming back again To
see where we went wrong Never more to hear
your siren song
And you may not find your
hiding place Not until you meet it Face to
face to face The low pressure band had broken
up, but not let go As holy stormy Monday broke
out on the streets below In the lowlands
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