Common Ground — текст песни (midnight oil)

These are not dispassionate words of the cool

The headline still rules the editors a fool

Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse

And leave us stranded here tomorrow

I heard a calling out, a cry from the heart

From the towns of cement and the beauty

A whisper its turned howl, man he didnt know

He was standing waiting for tomorrow



Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground



I could never figure the calendars flow

Nor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blows

But were ready from within and were starting to go

Away from the place of no tomorrow



Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground

Nothings left, (? ? ? ) I see there must be some common ground



Oh the wrecking fields are a terrible place

With a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace

And the hook goes early and the critic is king

Its hard to stay human and stand in the ring



Theres no time to be absent, a clown or a fool

While shylock is smiling were loaded like mules

If we surrender ourself to industrial rules

Well wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow

Now



Nothings left, nothings found, there must be some common ground

Nothings left, somethings found, can we see some common ground