Terry Watkinson - Lost Faces Lyrics

In a cold grey dawn|After a night that went on and on and on|Down a whirlpool of rage and pain|We knew we couldn't go that way again|'Cause we lost our face|In the ashes of our disgrace|And I floundered like a heart-shot deer|And I landed here|In a flyspecked room in the outskirts of hell|Nobody answers the service bell'|It don't take long to get used to the smell|Come to me out of the rain|This hotel is so far around the bend|Minutes from nowhere; but it ain't quite the end|I got a few bucks that you're welcome to spend|We'll be together again|All the lost faces' come to me out of the rain|Poor little lost faces' we'll be together again.|It's midnight mass in the church of desire|Let's sit near the pulpit and bask in the fire|And sing along with the raggedy choir|Songs full of passion and pain|We'll regale each other with harrowing tales|Of what happens when the back-up parachute fails|We'll talk about palaces, bedrooms and jails|We'll be together again|All the lost faces' come to me out of the rain|Poor little lost faces' we'll be together again.|Old Ralph over there lost his face in the war|Mine got caught in a revolving door|Let's gather tonight and be faceless no more|In the drowning embrace of|All the lost faces' come to me out of the rain|Poor little lost faces' we'll be together again.||