Dark Windows - Rupert Hine

Another dreamless night

The blindfold still falling

Soon reveals the barricade

Another face

That only yesterday

Was high on desire

Careless on a sunlit sea

Now far inland

Behind electric gates

The gardens are landscaped

And the reckless child is gone

Without a trace

Dark windows

Ah, who would be a hero

Dark windows

Ah, who would be a hero

Slumped in the back of a black Cadillac

It’s just a memory

An old man remembers

All the anger of the chase

His urgent faith

But crises turned him grey

Advisers were fired

Once the human shield was paid

His last escape

Dark windows

Ah, who would be a hero

Dark windows

Ah, who would be a hero

Slumped in the back of a black Cadillac

And on some foreign street

The cameras zoomed closer

While the helpless crowd looked on

(Recorded during the thunderstorm