Rupert Hine - The Outsider lyrics

I hear them talking through walls This one way mirror won't show their faces at all Voices like my conscience shadowed inside a false reply The young one won't relent, the other has a heart of stone So to the spider the web is home Now the fly lands The fly must stay I am the outsider A night-watchman with no eyes I am the outsider - about to break inside I hear them talking through walls Two brutal men who defy all danger one falls Places dates then urgent footsteps fade down the hall unchased In silence now I'm caught awake, at last he is alone So to the spider the web is home In the wrong hands His wings were torn I am the outsider A night-watchman with no eyes I am the outsider - too late to break inside The Yugoslavian: Braco (Orchestral & choral arrangement written & played by Rupert on the 'New England Digital' Synclavier ii Computer Synthesizer, P. P. G. Wave 2 Digital Synthesizer and, of course, the Mini-Moog