In the pale of, Whatever half-love you have left For the olden days Would you wake up Or trace the plumb line to your death To your final scene What is love then, but to drag a dead derer By its horns, from the passing lane Just to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape Not to save someone You belong to the cause Come on, believe! Pull your heels from the farthest Corner you've been in You belong to us You belong to the cause You were wrong, I meant no harm We were young once We were wilder in our boots In the race to fame Now we've dried up We no longer have our youth to sell From the penny stage Were you mine? You were never the kind to call me yours Were you born afraid? So carry on, carry all your desire to a flame To an unamed voice You belong to the cause Come on, believe! Pull your heels from the farthest Place they've carried you Ou belong to us You belong to the cause You were wrong, I meant no harm Black shadows Back-battles You have held in your lungs too long You were searching I was purchasing a flight To an old luck town, town town You belong to the cause Come on, believe! Pull your heels from the farthest Place they've carried you You belong to us You belong to the cause You were wrong, I meant no harm