Solid Action

All the roses and all your ideas, all your
Desolation and coloured tears
All your papers are picking up dust again
All the dreams you made at high tide, on the
Cold ocean of sweat you had
Your five fingers are picking up dust again

So call me buddy
But don't call me friend

So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And in the blink of a heart, the solid action
And I'm falling through floors again

All your demons and solid ideas, all your
Intuition, your ill-placed fears
All your papers are picking up dust again
On the beach side, or in your hotel, are you
At the station with your tombstone bell?
Are you missing, or picking up dust again?

So call me buddy
But don't call me friend

So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And in the blink of a heart, the solid action
And I'm falling through floors again
And it's a short, sharp hit, the solid action
I'm fading through light again
Then I can rush to the top of solid action
It's killing my heart again

So call me buddy
But don't call me friend

So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And in the blink of a heart, the solid action
And I'm falling through floors again
And it's a short, sharp hit, the solid action
I'm fading through light again
Then I can rush to the top of solid action
It's killing my heart again

(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)
(Do you feel let down?)