The low pressure band had broken up but not let go

As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below

If not to hear your voice is still the thing I can't replace

Somehow I can always see your face



In the lowlands



I rise up in the evening and rebuild a heart of stone

All around the border where your memories have grown

'Til someone told me don't you know there is no hiding place

Not until you meet it face to face



In the lowlands

On the battlefield

In the lowlands

In the lowlands

In the lowlands

In the rain

On the street

In all the places

Where we used to meet



I can see a big bright continent

Where fear does not exist

Where you could walk away from me

And I would not resist

And I won't be coming back again

To see where we went wrong

Never more to hear your siren song



And you may not find your hiding place

Not until you meet it

Face to face to face

The low pressure band had broken up, but not let go

As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below

In the lowlands