Songtext The hands of che guevara Level 42

The hands of che guevara

She had a face for memories
I wore a disguise
She lit the burning questions
While I ran out of replies
I fumbled for safety in an empty box of lies
She stole the map of all the places I could hide.
And caught in the madness that instinct pursues
Broken pieces here in my hands
Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to loseDon't fool yourself boy'sMake sense
It couldn't get much harder
If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara'I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?''William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara'Sometimes I crave this poison
Something in me dies
And she says it's sabotage
So why act so surprised
And caught in the madness that instinct pursues
Broken pieces here in my hands
Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to lose
Though they told me I don't understand
Staring at someone, but I never knew who
It somehow never goes how you planned
Better mind your own business
Say what's it to youDon't fool yourself boy'sMake sense
It couldn't get much harder
If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara'I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?''William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara'In your voice
In your call
I see the hands of Che GuevaraIn your cry
When you fall
I see the hands of Che GuevaraIn the sky
Above it all
I see the hands of Che Guevara