Guessing کے بول

Some people know just what they want They stare straight into the sun And some they stand in no mans land Waving at the devil that they know and the devil that they don't As the gods smile down into the bowl of passions I can feel when the thunder's coming But fate comes quicker than a bullet to the back of the head Halfway across the bridge is when I realise what I've done But I cannot chase the sunset any quicker than I'm going And I'm going like I never begun And I thought that I believed in all the things that you sanctify Bitter is the taste of freedom -more empty than the sky And the taste of freedom is the thing that you won't deny Through the hours of shell-hole desperation Waiting, waiting - out here in no mans land Waving at the devil that I know and the devil that I don't More empty than the sky