Inside Of Me Lyrics

The point on the water, there's a change in the air,

A vibe in the darkness but there's nobody there.

I look for the reason but there's nothing to see,

Just a hole in my memory where my mind used to be.

Tell me why

Can I find no relief in my heart.

I reside

In a world that has fallen apart.

Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby,

Show me a way to get back on time, please.

Where do we go, baby, how will I know?

Who holds the key, is it hidden inside of me?

But why should I worry and why do I care

When this road that I walk on is going nowhere.

I stand and I study every face in the crowd,

See the fear in their eyes, they must be thinking out loud.

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Scratching the surface, it all looks the same;

A world full of anger with no one to blame.

But who can I turn to? Who holds the key?

And who has the answer? I think it's inside of me.Eric Clapton - Inside Of Me - http://motolyrics.com/eric-clapton/inside-of-me-lyrics.html

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All things considered it looks as though Utopia were far closer to us than

anyone, only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. Then, I projected it six

hundred years into the future. Today it seems quite possible that the horror

may be upon us within a single century. That is, if we refrain from blowing

ourselves to smithereens in the interval. Indeed, unless we choose to

decentralize and to use applied science, not as the end to which human beings

are to be made the means, but as the means to producing a race of free

individuals, we have only two alternatives to choose a number of

national militarized totalitarianisms, having as their root the terror of the

atomic bomb and as their consequence the destruction of civilization (or, if

the warfare is limited, the perpetuation of militarism); or else one

supranational totalitarianism, called into existence by the social chaos

resulting from rapid technological progress in general and the atomic

revolution in particular, and developing, under the need for efficiency and

stability, into the welfare-tyranny of Utopia. You pays your money and you

takes your choice.

{The quote is the final paragraph of the foreward to Aldous Huxley's "Brave

New World", transcribed here in its entirety.}