The Crying Spell
Ultraviolet
The London sunset's a fading color of tangerineA man in the alley, nursing a bottle of keroseneA cab driver loves Jesus and gives the man a ride for freeTwo lovers kiss on the lips and the lonely watch, wonderingA woman cries and says goodbye at her husband's bedsideas he goes into the lightTake some time to imagine yourself in somebody else's shoes,Don't close your eyes, and realize the beautyCause the sun is on the mezzanine, and you can see his fingerprints in Ultraviolet, ultravioletIt's Sunday morning, in the distance church bells singThere's a sparkle in her eyes as she's given a diamond ringShots are fired to the sky, another man dies across the seaWife and child left behind, selflessness forgived for you and meTake some time to enjoy the stormy weather,And see the world, see the world through different eyesDon't close your mind, it's never how it seems,The sun is on the mezzanine, and you can see his fingerprints inUltraviolet, ultravioletUltraviolet, ultravioletIt don't take much for life to pass you by,and it don't take much to get in the way of who you areSongtexteTake some time to imagine yourself in somebody else's shoes,Don't close your eyes and realize the beauty,Cause the sun is on the mezzanine and you can see his fingerprints in Ultraviolet, ultravioletUltraviolet, ultravioletUltraviolet, ultraviolet
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