When this storm blows me back in the corner I don't know anymore what to trust The darkness descends like a blanket of fog The deeds of the day turning to dust When the desperate hours lie in ambush That's the moment I reach for your touch 'Cause I need you And the jester alone in his sorrow Telling stories that no one will hear The poet stands naked there on a stage Hiding the truth and revealing the fear That the one he relies on has faded Then the point is made so perfectly clear That he needs you when the day is done The nations behaving like children In a playground demanding their share While the rest of the world is left choking There's nothing to breathe if they blacken the air And the madness is set to continue So in case you don't know I should make you aware That I need you when the day is done