Sounds From The Bridge

Lyrics

NUCLEAR SUN

Virtual life is the ultimate prize,
For the pilgrims of material pleasure.
So many minds on a permanent high,
But it still don’t make them happy.

Standing in the corner with a fist full of money,
Is a 1990’s success story.
The room is empty, the money fake,
Everybody on the make.

We live under a nuclear sun.
Feel its fury upon your skin.
See it burning you up inside your shell. They say,
One day the world will stop, but the pain will never end.

Best laid plans in the palm of their hands,
But the fingers point to dubious weather.
Towering clouds make a thunderous sound,
With a storm about to happen.

Hiding under cover is the cause of the trouble,
All the scientists and power lovers,
The politicians, the nouveau-riche,
Washing their hands of this.

We live under a nuclear sun.
Feel its fury upon your skin.
See it burning you up inside your shell. They say,
One day the world will stop, but the pain will never end. They say,
One day the world will stop, but the pain will never end. They say.
One day the world will stop, but the pain will never end. They say.

. . . One day the world will stop!