The Flame

Icehouse

On the edge of the city

in the dust of the daylight

there's a place

where the truth cannot hide



There's no hell and no heaven

no sense in believing

all you have is your hope

and your pride



Rusting iron, bricks and paper

hold each other for shelter

so you sleep

and you call it home



You may just hear

the sound of the calm

before the storm



In my heart of the country

far away from the town

working day after day

in the factories and mines



And your name is a number

and your colour is black

it's the colour of midnight

and coal



Well, the young men are restless

and the old men are tired

always working for nothing

and being alone



You can feel the heat of the calm

before the storm





Well, you can move a mountain

and shut out the sky

You can put out the fire

but the flame won't die





Ohhhh...



As the smoke settles slowly

and the crowd clears away

the shouting is over

they have nothing to say



Nineteen voices of silence

lying dead in the street

nineteen voices are still now

ten thousand will fight



And you might know the voice of the calm

before the storm



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