Lyrics

The bees have turned to locusts And the rose has failed the thorn I gird my loins and try to grasp My demon by the horn And even here, even now Bright memories return I walk their whistling proenades While fairground lights still burn... And the streetlamps hum beneath the stars And the highway sings with steel guitars It's like fairyland Before the fire Just like fairyland Before the fire Before the fire Beware the clock that never stops Beware the hands of time Count every grain of shifting sand Beneath your sheltered vine And even here, and even now I hear tomorrow call Though all the lights of paradise Cast shadows on my wall And the streetlamps hum beneath the stars And the highway sings with steel guitars It's like fairyland Before the fire Just like fairyland Before the fire Before the fire