Wicked Old Symphony

When you see the rising violence You confine yourself in silence And you build your fences higher In your dream afterlife is waiting for you Inner thoughts are shaping you You know where to go to find me I looked for you, make believin' without you Something wicked about you But we all have our blinders on You played for me this wicked old symphony Thinking always about you And the things that has gone before There's a cynic rising fences While we come back to our senses We go building fences higher In your dream afterlife is waiting you Inner thoughts are shaping you You know where to go to find me I looked for you, make believin' without you Something wicked about you But we all have our blinders on You played for me this wicked old symphony Thinking always about you And the things that has gone before High flying birds - do you ever learn? Showing some concern while flying High flying birds - do you ever learn? While the engines burn, I'm flying I looked for you, make believin' without you Something wicked about you But we all have our blinders on You played for me this wicked old symphony Thinking always about you And the things that has gone before