Texty: Moody Blues. Octave. Survival.

Shadows of night falling over my head
People walking, passing me by
Shadows of dreams falling out of the blue
People talking, what can I do?

Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?

I could give you any dream and watch it grow
I could take you for a ride but you would know
I could tell you every answer that I know
It wouldn't be much though
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know

But survival
Nothing more than survival
Survival
Nothing more than survival

Shadows of days hanging endless in time
Slowly fading, passing us by
Shadows of worlds disappearing from view
People asking, what could we do?

Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?

If I gave you every dream would they grow?
If I took you for a ride would you know?
If I told you every answer that I know
It wouldn't be much though
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know

But survival
Nothing more than survival
Survival
With nothing more than survival

Survival
Nothing more than survival
Survival
Nothing more than survival

Survival
With nothing more than survival
Survival
Nothing more than survival

Survival
With nothing more than survival
Survival
With nothing more than survival

Survival
With nothing more than survival
Survival
With nothing more than survival

Survival
With nothing more than survival