Money, is a crime.

Money, it's a gas,

If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.

If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.