Theme For Thought

[Alternative live lyrics are given in parentheses]

Should I talk the way you want me to talk

Say the things the way you want to hear them

I know a lot of people like that

They talk in words but what do they mean

[They think in words and words alone]

When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore

[And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me]

[She says to me with her questionnaire

"Answer this

Take this one"

I say one thing

I say

I say, I say…

One thing]

And I see her, see whore

They cannot see what they don't have so deny that time

But there's one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see

Why should I be like you?

Nothing is ever the way you say it is

Nothing is ever the way you want it

So don't talk to me

Don't look at me

But please stay with me

"He didn't wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red

And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead

The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed

He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey

A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay

Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day"

I see your heaven, you see my hell

Come see my heaven and I'll show you, show you hell…

[Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret

You are all invited, everone of you

You can see how you can be

You can talk

You can sing

While we pray

While we, while we…]