(John Taylor & Jonathan Elias) 

Alone on an empty island, turned on by the glass asylums. The face turn. The lovers burn. They don't wanna grow old alone.

Outside among the rooftops. The neon lights are shinning. The pavement's blaze. The children gaze. They don't wanna go home alone.

Shine on. Shine on.

Shine on. Shine on.

Rays of the sunrise lifted. Souls of a million drifted. It's hard to hold a rose so bold when your heart beats.

Now some spend a lifetime searching and others well. They just spend where ever we are. Who ever we are. We're miles and miles from home.

Shine on. Shine on.

Shine on. Shine on.