Pandora’s Box — Original Sin

01 The Invocation 0:21
02 Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight) 6:27 Jim Steinman
03 Twentieth Century Fox 5:23 The Doors
04 Safe Sex 6:23 Jim Steinman
05 Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) 6:24 Jim Steinman
06 Requiem Metal 0:50 Giuseppe Verdi
07 I’ve Been Dreaming Up a Storm Lately 3:03 Jim Steinman
08 It’s All Coming Back To Me Now 8:22 Jim Steinman
09 The Opening of the Box 1:59 Jim Steinman
10 The Want Ad 2:43 Jim Steinman
11 My Litle Red Book 4:11 Burt Bacharach / Hal David
12 It Just Won’t Quit 6:36 Jim Steinman
13 Pray Lewd 3:38 Jim Steinman
14 The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be 10:33 Jim Steinman

PANDORA’S BOX is:
Elaine Caswell: Vocals
Ellen Foley: Vocals
Gina Taylor: Vocals
Deliria Wilde: Vocals
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
(Special Vocal Performances by Holly Sherwood and Laura Theodore)

The Band is:
Roy Bittan: Grand Piano
Jeff Bova: Synthesizers/Keyboards/Programming
Jimmy Bralower: Drums/Programming
Eddie Martinez: Guitars
Steve Buslowe: Bass Guitar

Written and Produced by Jim Steinman
Engineered and Mixed by Larry Alexander
Assistant Engineering and Recorded by Matthew “Boomer” LaMonica
Associate Producer: Larry Alexander
Associate Producer: Roy Bittan
Co-ordinating Production Manager: Don Ketteler
Management: David Sonenberg for DAS Communications Ltd
Recorded and Mixed at The Power Station, New York City
Mastered at Sterling Sound by Greg Calbi

Cover Art: JK Potter
Photography: Ed Sirrs, Ray Palmer
Bak & Inner Artwork: Audrey Bernstein
Legal Representation: Howard Siegel, Esq

Background Vocals arranged by Todd Rundgren and/or Eric Troyer
Background Vocalists: Todd Rundgren, Eric Troyer, Rory Dodd
Additional Background Vocalists: Delira Wilde, Holly Sherwood, Curtis King, Tawatha Agee, Vaneese Thomas, Brenda King, Darryl Tookes, Laura Theodore

Roy Bittan appears courtesy of “The E Street Band”
Jeff Bova and Eddie Martinez appear courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc
Darryl Tookes appears courtesy of SBK Records
Todd Rundgren appears courtesy of Warner Bros. Records Inc

Special thanks and gratitude to Richard Griffiths for faith, encouragement, and action in seeing this project through. And to all the people of Power Station for invaluable support and cooperation, especially Bob Walters, Tony Bongiovi, Barry Bongiovi, Barry Kaye and Cathy Ganzler.

To Rob Eaton and Steve Boyer for additional engineering, and to Linner Vasoll (administrative co-ordinator), Artie Smith (musical equipment management) and Phil Tanzman (transportation co-ordinator).

Original Sin — Special Edition Bonus DVD

1 Jim Steinman Opens Pandora’s Box 18:18
2 Prologue (A Teenager In Love) 0:58 Jim Steinman
3 It’s All Coming Back To Me Now 6:38 Jim Steinman
4 Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) 6:12 Jim Steinman

1: Produced and Directed by Mark Wightwick
Executive Producer: Sue Winter
A Unit Production for Virgin Records ltd.
2 & 3: Directed by Ken Russell
Produced by Vasconcellos
4: Directed by Brian Grant
Produced by Jonathan Cooke

Audio remastered by Geoff Pesch at Abbey Road Studios, London
DVD Produced by Abbey Road Interactive
Collector’s Edition A&R and co-ordination: Nigel Reeve with thanks to Jason Day and Sharon Finnie
Special Edition Artwork by Scott Minshall for The Red Room at EMI

Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Virgin V 2605 2LP 1989 UK
2 Virgin MC 1989 ? For promotional use only — not for sale.
3 Virgin TCV 2605 MC 1989 ?
4 Virgin CDV 2605 CD 1989 AT
5 Virgin / EMI CDVC 2605 CD+DVD 2006 EU special edition incl. DVD

The Invocation

If light were dark
And dark were light,
The moon a black hole
In the blaze of night,

A raven’s wing
As bright as tin
Then you, my love,
Would be darker than sin.

Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight)

I’ve been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I’ve done all the old ones
Till they’ve all been done in
Now I’m just looking —
Then I’m gone with the wind —
Endlessly searching for an original sin

You can dance forever
You got a fire in your feet
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it’ll never be enough
You can fly and never land
And never need to sleep
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it’ll never be enough

It’s not enough to make the nightmares go away
Not enough to make the tears run dry
Not enough to live a little better every day
Everything that they taught us
Was nothing but lies
Everything that they brought us
Was nothing but bribes
It’ll all be over now —

All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never got an equal share
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down —
The natives are so restless tonight

All I needed was a spot in the light
It never had to get so dark
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down —
The natives are so restless tonight

I’ve been looking for the ultimate crime
Infinite victims, infinitesimal time —
And I’m so very guilty for no reason or rhyme
So now I’m just looking
And I’m killing some time —
Endlessly searching for the ultimate crime

You can loose yourself in pleasure
Till your body’s going numb
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it’ll never be enough
You can always take whatever
You conceivably could want
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it’ll never be enough

It’s not enough to make the nightmares go away
Not enough to make the tears run dry
Not enough to live a little better every day
Everything that they taught us
Was nothing but lies
Everything that they brought us
Was nothing but bribes
It’ll all be over now —

All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never got an equal share
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down —
he natives are so restless tonight

All I needed was a spot in the light
It never had to get so dark
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down —
The natives are so restless tonight

I’ve been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I’ve done all the old ones
Till they’ve all been done in
Now I’m just looking —
Then I’m gone with the wind —
Endlessly searching for an original sin

I’ve been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I’ve done all the old ones
Till they’ve all been done in
Now I’m just looking —
Then I’m gone with the wind —
Endlessly searching for an original sin

I’ve been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I’ve done all the old ones
Till they’ve all been done in
Now I’m just looking —
Then I’m gone with the wind —
Endlessly searching for an original sin

I’m applying for a license to thrill
Going out on the edge — moving in for the kill —
And there’ll be hell to pay someday
Put it all on the bill
‘Cause we’ll always be paying —
And paying until —
We’re beyond expiration
With a license to thrill …

I’ve been looking for an original sin....

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

Twentieth Century Fox

Foxy
Foxy
Fo-fo-foxy…

Well, he’s fashionably lean
And he’s fashionably late
He’ll never wreck a scene
He’ll never break a date
But he’s no drag
Just watch the way he walks

He’s a twentieth century fox
He’s a twentieth century fox

No tears
No fears
No ruined years
No clocks
He’s a twentieth century fox, oh baby

He’s the king of cool
And he’s the devil who waits
Since his mind left school
It never hesitates
He won’t waste time on elementary talk

‘Cause he’s a twentieth century fox
He’s a twentieth century fox

Got the world
Locked up
Inside
A plastic box
He’s a twentieth century fox, oh baby

(foxy)....

(I’m gonna wait till the midnight hour)
(that’s when the boys come foxin’ around)

Well, he’s fashionably lean
And he’s fashionably late
He’ll never wreck a scene
He’ll never break a date
But he’s no drag
Just watch the way he walks

He’s a… twentieth century fox
He’s a… twentieth century fox

No tears
No fears
No ruined years
No clocks
He’s a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
He’s a twentieth century fox, no doubt
He’s a twentieth century fox
Twentieth century fox
He’s a twentieth century fox....

(foxy)....

Published by Rondor Music (London) Ltd

Safe Sex

No one ever said I was a gullible girl
I don’t believe everything that I’m told —
I’ve been around — and I know the ropes —
And I won’t get fooled again

I don’t believe in no fairy tales
I don’t believe in the man in the moon
And no pot of gold or anything else
Is waiting at the rainbow’s end

I got no illusions now, I guess I lost them long ago
You’re not gonna get me with this ‘cause I already know!

Baby, there’s no such thing
Baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you
When it comes to loving you

No such thing, baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

There’s always the danger of losing control
And of breaking my heart and exposing my soul
There’s just no protection from that look in your eyes
Or the touch of your hands when I break down and cry
There’s always the risk of surrendering more
Than I ever intended to do
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you
When it comes to loving you

No such thing, baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex when it comes to loving you
(when it comes to loving you)
(when it comes to loving you)
(when it comes to loving you)
(when it comes to loving you)
(when it comes to loving you)
(when it comes to loving you)

I don’t believe in no boogie man
I don’t believe in no pie in the sky
You can wish upon a star until the stars are gone
That doesn’t mean it’s really so

There’s no such thing as a Santa Claus
There’s no such thing as getting money for nothing
No yellow brick road is gonna take you there —
Wherever you’ve been trying to go

We’ll never be as young as this, no matter how we try, we grow
You’re not such an innocent boy — and I already know!

Baby, there’s no such thing
Baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

(no such thing)
Baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

There’s always the danger of giving too much
Love is often a drug
Love is often a crutch
There’s no guarantee I can handle it all
The higher the climb
The longer the fall, but—

There’s always the danger of losing control
And of breaking my heart and exposing my soul
There’s just no protection from that look in your eyes
Or the touch of your hands when I break down and cry
There’s always the risk of revealing much more
Than I ever intended to do
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

No such thing
Baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you

(no such thing)
Baby, it just ain’t true
And there’s no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you....

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)

(oooh du du du)
(oooh du du du)

When the wind is howling through your windowpane
It’s not the only pain of the night
You’re burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
And there’s not an anti-body in sight

Hey Jenny, Jenny
Why are you crying?
There is a beauty of a moon in the sky!
But I guess when you’ve been leading such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high

You don’t have a lot
But it’s all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot
Fantasize every movement and
Imagine every inch of you dream

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain’t right
It ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand
And we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying
That the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark
And you’re desperate now for somewhere to turn
Every muscle is rebellion
Every nerve is on edge
And every limb has been erotically burned

Hey hey hey hey
Hey Johnny, Johnny
Why are you shaking
When a boy should do whatever he can?
You’ve been nothing but an angel
Every day of your life
And now you wonder what it’s like to be damned

You don’t have a lot
But it’s all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot
Fantasize every movement and
Imagine every inch of you dream

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you’ve been wanting to feel now
It ain’t right
It ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand
And we fade in the air
And the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying
That the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere

Every time I try and dream you
I can’t believe how hard it’s been to
Conjure up your face and trace your body in the air
All the seconds go on forever
But the thirds and fourth ones are even better
Every time I do it just a little bit longer
Every time I dream it’s just a little bit stronger
Than real life....

(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain’t right
It ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand
And we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying
That the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven) …
(fade)

(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven) …
(fade)

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

Requiem Metal

instrumental

I’ve Been Dreaming Up a Storm Lately

Oh come on, come on… Let me tell you all about it. We’ve got all the time in the world. That’s good, that’s nice…

I’ve been dreaming up a storm lately. Over and over again, and now I can’t stop (can’t stop). Been dreaming about mirrors, millions of mirrors — an endless army of mirrors, out of control, reflecting people to death. To blindness and then death.

Oh, and the mirrors kept getting larger. They kept growing and swelling, they kept spreading out, and now I can’t seem to stop them. They are still growing and I can’t seem to stop them. I have to keep filling them up, I have to keep feeding them and they are still getting larger… and larger…

The mirrors have become vast and beautiful, and very, very hungry — hungrier than I’ve ever been, too hungry. I no longer have control over what they show me or what they see, they decide themselves what they would like too reflect — they won’t obey me!

They create a reflection and then, then I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it. And almost always when I put the real thing in front the mirrors it’s not really as beautiful as the reflection that came first… And at that point I have to destroy the real thing, and go out looking again until finally I find another real thing… A thing that does match what’s inside the mirror and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first…

I almost never find it

And the mirrors get even hungrier. Pretty soon now, they’re going to devour me… They’re going to swallow me up, piece by piece, bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble, sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter!

But you can help me… Please. They want you… Please. They’ve given me your image — before I ever saw you they gave me you image. I’d like to make you one of my reflections and feed you to the mirrors. Please. They only need one more to fill them up. And if it were you… I feel that they would be satisfied… as I would. Please? You have such a beautiful reflection. Don’t ever waste it…

Now … your place, or mine?

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I have ever made!

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it’s all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It’s so hard to believe, but
It’s all coming back to me
It’s all coming back
It’s all coming back to me now

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of sacred pleasure
It was more than any laws allow!
Baby, baby —

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
It’s so hard to resist
And it’s all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now....

There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper

There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last, we’d count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever

But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then!

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
It’s all coming back
It’s all coming back to me now

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we’d never do again
But they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow!
Baby, baby, baby —

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me —
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me —
I can barley recall
But it’s all coming back to me now! …

If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
he flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barley recall but it’s all coming back to me now

(it’s all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(it’s all coming back to me now)
And when you hold like that
(it’s all coming back to me now)
And if I touch you like this
(it’s all coming back to me now)
And if we....

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

The Opening of the Box

instrumental

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

The Want Ad

This is addressed to all the people who answered or may be thinking of answering the personal ad I placed in volume two, number fifteen of this newspaper, two weeks ago Friday.

First: my apologies to the huge bartender with the voice and the light-hearted dark-skinned advertising man. If either of you had called me back, I might not be writing this retraction of my ad, even though I will soon be too busy to date much, but why didn’t you call back?

But to the others — which include the two terrifying sisters; The under 18’s and the over 60’s; The numerous ones who dailed my number and hung up as soon as I said “hello”; The 35 or 40 of you who made dates with me and never showed up — including the one who complained his body was so powerful he couldn’t control it anymore; The desperate wife-seekers, the already married, the one was so one-sided that he could think of nothing but sex and then had the gall to ask me if his nationality was the reason I wouldn’t sleep with him…

The many who couldn’t get it up when I was agreeable and the many who could (and did) when I was not; The pleasant young foreigner who turned out to be the private property of his gigantic girlfriend; The ones who was so grotesque in their appearance that I couldn’t possibly get pass their faces to even consider a relationship with them, especially sexual…

The Sharks and the Geeks and the Sadists, the latter category that I had specifically stated I didn’t want; The ones who wanted endless dirty talk; The ones who wanted to be punished; The ones who could only boast about the size of their bank-rolls and/or their equipment — and this definitely includes the teacher who said “All the kids want my stuff…” The business-man who had an adjective for every letter in his last name (“R” is for “Rich”)…

The ones and they were many who said, My name is so and so and so, how far do you go? The 300 pound lady judge who screamed abuse at me; The transvestite who wanted me to support him; The numerous young studs who had nothing to offer besides the negative result of their god damn blood tests… The diminutive actor and all the other short ones… The astronomer who cried like a baby and said he’d been betrayed by every star he ever knew; The fanatic priest who wanted me to confess to things I’d never even dreamed of; The worn-out soldiers, the burned-out poets, the pumped up jacks and the used up kids… The racists, including the one at whose place I left my white sweater and I’d rather cut off my right thumb then go back for it. The drunks, junkies, crack and coke heads… The multitude of liars and especially the nice ones who never called back… To all of you I say:

Just forget my phone number, I don’t need all the hassles! I’ll be starting school next month and I just don’t want to be bothered… So don’t hold your breath, any of you.

Sincerely, the underweight platinum blonde…

Have a nice day…

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

My Little Red Book

Ah, ah, ah…
Ah, ah, ah…

Well, I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye …

Ooh, ahh

Well, I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn’t gonna sit and cry
And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty boy in town
They danced with me
And as I held them

All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There’s just no getting over you, oh no

There ain’t no boy my in my little red book
Who can ever replace your charms
(what were those second-hand charms?)
And each boy in my little red book
Knows you’re the one I’m thinkin’ of
Oh, won’t you please come back
Without your precious love I can’t go on
Where can love be?
I need ya so much

All I did was talk, talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There’s just no getting over you, oh no....

Oh, won’t you please come back
Without your precious love I can’t go on
It’s haunting me, I need ya so much

All I did was talk, talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There’s just no getting over you, oh no

All I did was talk, talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There’s just no getting over you, oh no....

Oh no....

Published by EMI Music Partnership Ltd

It Just Won’t Quit

And I never really sleep anymore
And I always get those dangerous dreams
And I never get a minute of peace
And I gotta wonder what it means
And I gotta wonder what it means

Maybe it’s nothing and I’m under the weather
Maybe it’s just one of those bugs going round
Maybe I’m under a spell and its magic
Maybe there’s a witch doctor with an office in town

Is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
Is it richer than diamonds
Or just a little cheaper than spit?

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit....

And there used to be such an easy way of living
And there used to be every hope in the world
And I used to get everything that I went after
But there never used to be this boy
But there never used to be this boy

Maybe I’m crazy and I’m losing my senses
Maybe I’m possessed by a spirit or such
Maybe I’m desperate and I’ve got no defesces
Can you get me a prescription for that one perfect touch?

Is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
It’s a stairway to heaven
Or a subway going down to the pits

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit....

Is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
Is it richer than diamonds?
Or just a little cheaper than spit?

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit

There was a time when nothing really mattered
There was a time when there was nothing I didn’t know
There was a time when I knew just what I was living for
There was a time and the time was long ago
There was a time and the time was so long ago

And I never really sleep anymore....

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

Pray Lewd

instrumental

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be

NO! NO! NO!
NO! NO!

I never knew so many bad times
Could follow me so mercilessly
It’s almost surreal
All the pain that I feel
The future ain’t what it used to be

It doesn’t matter what they’re thinking
It doesn’t matter what they’re thinking of me
It’s always so cold
I’m to young to be old
The future ain’t what it used to be

Were there ever any stars in the sky
Did the sun ever shine so bright?
Do you have any dreams I could borrow
Just to get me through the lonely night?
Is there anything left to hold on to
When the rivers wash it all away?
Is there anyone left to hold on to
Is there anything left I can say?

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters
The endless night has got a hold of me
Dark days are pulling me forward
And all these tears are washing over me —
And I’m crying, I’m lost forever —
In a future that ain’t what it used to be
No more, no more, no more…
No more, no more, no more…

It’s like a storm that’s never ending
It’s like a shadow on the land and the sea
There’s nothing so sad
As a tomorrow gone bad
The future ain’t what it used to be

Some days I feel so numb and empty
And those would be the good days for me
Nothing gets to me now
Unless I’m thinking of how
The future ain’t what it used to be

Is there anything left to hold on to
When the rivers wash it all away?
Is there anyone left to hold on to?
Is there anything left I can say?

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters
The endless night has got a hold of me
Dark days are pulling me forward
And all these tears are washing over me —
And I’m crying, I’m lost forever —
In a future that ain’t what it used to be
No more, no more, no more…
No more, no more, no more....

(the future just ain’t what it used to be)
It’s never gonna be like it was
(the future just ain’t what it used to be)
I wish it wouldn’t come but it does

(the future just ain’t what it used to be)
Never gonna be like it was
(the future just ain’t what it used to be)
I wish it wouldn’t come
I wish it wouldn’t come
I wish it wouldn’t come but it always does

(the future just ain’t what it used to be)
(the future just ain’t what it used to be)....

Coda

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters

The endless night has got a hold of me
Dark days are pulling me forward
And all these tears are washing over me
And I’m crying, lost forever
In a future that ain’t what it used to be

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters

Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters....
[repeat & fade]

Published by Lost Boys Music / Rightsong Music Inc.

End Notes