The Brutality of Fact - Howard Jones

Last of the trouble has followed through

This (?) your potential to

I’ve seen your lifeline go out to you

Sidestepping our convention

But you always managed to find a way

To avoid what the negative people say

The sun will shine on a brighter day

Stick to your own potential

Failing hardly seems to bother you

Winning was a compliment to failure

A waking Earth is calling you

Drive all night, you can’t sit still

Here comes the torment that eats inside

(?) those who wish you well

The callings strong but how can you hear

Receivers dead, the transmissions clear

The Moon will rise in your finest hour

Lighting our potential

Caught in perversion of our Human life

Fall in confusion born of sacrifice

But you always managed to find a way

To avoid what the negative people say

The sun will shine on a brighter day

When you stick to your own potential

Failing hardly seems to bother you

Winning was a compliment to failure

Failure!

(Instrumental)

Failing hardly seems to bother you

Winning was a compliment to failure

Failure!

(Spoken)

(?) to make a life, Beckon it

Bodies of great beauty could not surrender

Their rationality fading in (?)

The security of sensation

A historic harlequin (?) harks a mild

The spirit of radio mortgage

Holding their pre selection

In the brutality of fact