(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)
>From the place that I stand to the land that is openly free
Watching rivers run black by the trees that are vacant to greed
Gotta give it up
Gotta get a second chance
Gotta give it up
Gotta get a second chance and
the joke's just started
Gotta give it up
Give it up
Gotta give it up
Or tell me why I'm so wrong
Where does love come from
If you've sold your reasoning out
How can I learn if I don't understand what I see
If I'm giving this mess take a walk through a nightmare so real
Gotta give it up
Gotta get a second chance
Gotta give it up
Gotta get a second chance and the joke's just started
Gotta give it up
Give it up
Gotta give it up
Or tell me why I'm so wrong
Where does luck come from
When you've never been without
Give it up
Gotta give it up
Give it up
Gotta give it up
Tell me if I'm so wrong
Where does love come from
If you've sold your reasoning out
Or tell me if I'm so wrong
Where does luck come from
When you've never been without
Can't do it
You can't do it