A Day In Black & White Storming The Bastille
We were always on our own
We were seeing things breaking down for once
Crossing fingers, it comes full circle
The shimmer of light or the blinding sun
Now watch as we talk about how we acted
We were living in the streets then
Crossing the white and yellow lines
If only our hearts were as big as our imaginations
Pulling bullets from our pockets
I was there when it all fell down
This play is the justification of what we hated
Now we can see our deaths or the opera
We were always on our own
We were seeing things breaking down for once
Crossing fingers, it comes full circle
The shimmer of light or the blinding sun
Now watch as we talk about how we acted
We were living in the streets then
It's '68, it's '68
The year false hope died
You can see what we fear, you can see what we fear
It's the shadows on the walls
It's '68, it's '68
The year false hope died
You can see what we fear, you can see what we fear
It's the shadows on the walls