The Flame Lyrics

THE FLAME (I. Davies)---------------------On the edge of the cityin the dust of the daylightthere's a placewhere the truth cannot hideThere's no hell and no heavenno sense in believingall you have is your hopeand your prideRusting iron, bricks and paperhold each other for shelterso you sleepand you call it homeYou may just hearthe sound of the calmbefore the stormIn my heart of the countryfar away from the townworking day after dayin the factories and minesAnd your name is a numberand your colour is blackit's the colour of midnightand coalWell, the young men are restlessand the old men are tiredalways working for nothingand being aloneYou can feel the heat of the calmbefore the stormWell, you can move a mountainand shut out the skyYou can put out the firebut the flame won't dieOhhhh...As the smoke settles slowlyand the crowd clears awaythe shouting is overthey have nothing to sayNineteen voices of silencelying dead in the streetnineteen voices are still nowten thousand will fightAnd you might know the voice of the calmbefore the storm[chorus][chorus]