Catch 22 — On The Black Sea lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "On The Black Sea" by Catch 22.

Lyrics

Goodbye my friend and mentor
We’ll never see a man quite like you again
In an age of revolution, restitution we sought
You were the spark, we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun
Those were the days we could have fought
Anyone anywhere on anything
And after all these years how could we try
Should we try to follow someone else?
I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here
Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
Because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold
Push, push, push, until we get just what we want, we always
Push, push, push, 'til we can get them what they need
We can take the lives of others so that all may truly live
But the will to truly live, is something I can’t give to them
I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here
Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
Because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
Because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold
Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection
As I look into this Black Sea of atrophy
I just got the message of your passing
From the man who digs our
They are digging graves for all our dreams
And it seems that they are digging by the clock
I can feel the old corruption peering from the crack
And I don’t know if we can fight it back again
I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here
Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
Because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold
We’re on this train to nowhere
And I don’t know if we’ll make it back again
because the fire’s burning low
And the wind is blowing mighty cold