These souvenirs you sell
Are just pieces of yourself
This is body - this is soul
Another part torn from the whole
These pockets full of change
Are symbols, dark and strange...
They move beneath the night -
Rumble underground like lightning
Turning grey to black and white...
Here the windmills turn the tides
And Rumpelstiltskin takes his bride
To all the places no-one gets around to going to
Here the vampires kiss the sun
And snake oil salesmen hand out guns
To sideshow barkers shouting
For the ride of a lifetime...
Once lost and never found
You spoke the words aloud
For the father and the son
The war is over, the battle's won
And these trinkets you can keep
Like secrets warm and deep
One is Love and one is Fame
One is every time you've claimed
You really can't go home again....