If there isn't light when noone sees
How can I know what you might believe
A story told that cant be real
Somehow must reflect the truth we feel
Fade away fade away
Vanish into small
Fade away fade away
Break the crystal ball
Its the sign
On a small world west of wonder
Somewhere, nowhere, all
There's a rainbow that will shimmer
When the summer falls
If an echo doesn't answer
When it hears a certain song
Then the beast is free to wander
But never seen around
Its the sign of the southern cross
Its the sign of the southern cross
Sail away
To the sea
From the book the word is spoken
Whispers from forgotten psalms
Gather all around the young ones
They will make us strong
Reach up above your dreams of pleasure
Give a life to those who die
Look beyond your own horizons
Sail the ship of sighs
Its the sign of the southern cross
Its the sign of the southern cross
Fade away fade away
Break the crystal ball
Fade away fade away
I can't accept it any more
On a real world west of wonder
Somewhere, nowhere, all
There's a rainbow, see it shimmer
When the summer falls
From the book the word is spoken
Whispers from forgotten psalms
Gather all around the young ones
They will make us strong
Its the sign of the southern cross
Its the sign of the southern cross
Dont live for pleasure
Make life your treasure
Fade away
Eight miles high, about to fall
And noone there to catch you
Look for the sign
The time
The sign of the southern cross
Fade offjane is fine always fine
we're unhappy most of the time
we don't talk we don't fight
I'm just tired she's way past caring
but she says she is fine
she tells lies most of the time
what she needs i don't have
that's not in the hand that I'm holding
so we drink spanish wine
she plays country records until the morning
this is mine all of mine
she is not she is not mine
and i feel fine only when I'm sleeping
only with the t.v. on
she and i and empty wine and whisky bottles
and she write beneath crumpled sheets
she is everything i need
but she would rather be any place but here
jane is fine always fine
we're unhappy most of the time
we don't talk we don't fight I'm just tired
she's way past caring
so we drink spanish wine we tell lies
we're killing and we feel fine
well what's the crime?