Robert Forster

Demon Days
In these demon days We're pulling our pay The lights on the hill Are freezing us still The fingers of fate Stretch out and take Us to a night But something's not right Something's gone wrong The half whispered hopes The dreams that we smoked Puffed up and ran As only dreams can Dreamt by the young Sparks to be sung In places so bright But something's not right Something's gone wrong From Letras Mania