Тексты песен Ultravox

The lights went out (The last fuse blew). The clocks all stopped (It can't be true). The program's wrong (What can we do?). The printout's blocked (It relied on you). The turbine cracked up. The build

I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime, Judging by the style. He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane, Perhaps he died in a

We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out in a piercing cry It stays with you until T

The words played on around our heads Perhaps we went too far We'll soldier on until the end again This clutching hand around my hand So pitiful and frail Makes bleeding hearts begin to beat again Chor