(Downes, Horn, Howe, Squire, White)
Part I


Run down a street
Where the glass shows
That summer has gone

Age, in the doorways
Resenting the pace of the dawn.
All of them standing in line

All of them waiting for time.
From time, the great healer,
The machine-Messiah

Is born.

Cables that carry the life

To the cities we build
Threads that link diamonds of life
To the satanic mills

Ah, to see in every way
That we feel it every
Day, and know that

Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons

And alter our stance.

Part II


Friends make their way into systems of chance
(reply- friends make their way of escape into systems of

chance)
Escape to freedom I need to be there
Waiting and watching, the tables are turning

I'm waiting and watching
I need to be there.


I care to see them walk away
And, to be there when they say
They will return.


Machine, Messiah
The mindless

Search for a higher
Controller
Take me to the fire

And hold me
Show me the strength of your
Singular eye.


Part III


History dictating symptoms of ruling romance
Claws at the shores of the water upon which we dance
All of us standing in line

All of us waiting for time
To feel it, all the way
And to be there when they

Say they know that
Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance

To finally unlearn our lessons
And alter our stance.


Machine, machine Messiah.
Take me into the fire


Hold me, machine Messiah
And show me
The strength of your singular eye.