11 Years (Live)

Speed is in that tumble realm, they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodging club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I could have fathomed she was standing
We walked the streets of that town, just talking
And the dog broke free and breezed through the deserted plants
Just waiting like this, still, and it's beaten out, but every day
Something comes to kick you up inside

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
One hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire
We fought the hollow darkness trying not to look down

No rest but a weakness still high notes
Twisted up and turning in my pillow
And separation pains like a blunted amputation
Pushing endless coins in the telephone

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
One hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire
We fought the hollow darkness trying not to look down
Trying not to look down

With all rest
Into these open arms I'll lie
Until they call me you won't tell
Tell me everything you've ever felt
Tell me everything you want to see

We're rolling even when we are standing still
Dreaming on and fired up as the wild winds blow
And shouting out inside, I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the bricks, the road

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
One hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire
We fought the hollow darkness trying not to look down
Trying not to look down
Trying not to look down
Trying not to look down