THIS IS:      These are the hands of a tired man,   This is the old man's shroud,   These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger...   Staring at the maddening crowd,   This is the face of a teenage mother,   This is the child she bears,   This is the soul of her broken lover,   Searching for the smiles she shared,   These are the feet of the punished pilgrim   And in his book of punished love,   Tou see his eyes,   You see no surprise...   Waiting for a lie that's true.      Everybody hits you with this feeling   Nobody seems to understand   You stop, you look...   You're searching for the meaning   Wasting your life away      These are the dreams of a sleeping father   And in his long lost days,   He sees a child...   He sees his eyes...   Waiting for the price he's paid   These are the tears of a fallen idol,   And in his smile of shattered love,   You see his eyes...   You see no surprise...   You just see lights then realise      Here with you   No one here but you   No one moves but you   Nobody touches like you   You...   Nobody moves like you   But everybody hits you   Everybody knocks you down      These are the feet of a punished pilgrim   And to the book he prays   You see his eyes   You see no surprise   You just see lights then you realise