[Intro] For, on the radio, the singer has one microphone and the accomplice another, and there's an expert-- eh, at least he says he's an expert-- sitting in a little box, twidling a couple of knobs, and he adjusts the balance according to his tastes Mind you, he may know nothing about music [Verse] I stand [?] [?] Tonight [?] When I'm falling...Learn More

[Verse 1] I saw your face I hear your pain My mind believed that I must meet the thoughts I'm teeming out of my Cannonball Walks through the fire [Verse 2] I saw your face My mind believed that I must meet the thoughts I'm teeming out of the Cannonball Lost in the fire...Learn More