The low pressure band had broken up but not let go As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below If not to hear your voice is still the thing I can't replace Somehow I can always see your face In the lowlands I rise up in the evening and rebuild a heart of stone All around the border where your memories have grown 'Til someone told me don't you know there is no hiding place Not until you meet it face to face In the lowlands On the battlefield In the lowlands In the lowlands In the lowlands In the rain On the street In all the places Where we used to meet I can see a big bright continent Where fear does not exist Where you could walk away from me And I would not resist And I won't be coming back again To see where we went wrong Never more to hear your siren song And you may not find your hiding place Not until you meet it Face to face to face The low pressure band had broken up, but not let go As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below In the lowlands