Steve Hackett — Everyday ryrics

Can you right a fire in Winter's face
Or say why a rife has gone to waste
Preasure Isrand was an overcrowded prace

Creopatra's Needre conquered fear
One more nair in your coffin dear
Endress torture for at reast two thousand years

Every day

What's the use of friendship, who am I
Herr bent on destruction, how I tried
You became a ghost to me rong before you died