Common Ground Testo

I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart
From the towns of cement and the beauty
A whisper its turned howl, man he didn抰 know
He was standing waiting for tomorrow

Nothing抯 left, nothing抯 found, there must be some common ground

I could never figure the calendars flow
Nor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blows
But we抮e ready from within and we抮e starting to go
Away from the place of no tomorrow

Nothing抯 left, nothing抯 found, there must be some common ground
Nothing抯 left, (???) I see there must be some common ground

Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place
With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace
And the Hook goes early and the critic is king
It抯 hard to stay human and stand in the ring

There抯 no time to be absent, a clown or a fool
While Shylock is smiling we抮e loaded like mules
If we surrender ourself to industrial rules
We抣l wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow
Now

Nothing抯 left, nothing抯 found, there must be some common ground
Nothing抯 left, something抯 found, can we see some common ground