Warm.....round the hunting fire 
Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior 
Protected from ferocious winds 
Under the shield of the dead gladiator 
Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft 
All is black I cannot see your faces I need 
Light I want to see your eyes 
Let my voice wash over your faces 
Connection 

Connection 
Whoaa ohhh 

A hundred thousand years ago 
People livin' in bone white cities 
Comin' and goin' on streets of silver 
Talkin' future history 

Then something very strong went wrong 
And suddenly 

People gathered round the hunting fires 
(Huddled in caves like animal, not human) 
Round the warmth of the late night fire 
Cities gone, memories fading 
Spend their lives round the late night fire 
Give their souls to the hunting fire 
Seeking each other's company 
Tryin' to remember ancient history 

They lost connection 
They lost contact 
They need to touch you 
Reach out across the ages and touch you 

Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century 
A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield 
Plops herself down on the sofa 
Pops open a soda and watches you 

She likes to watch murderer talk 
She likes to see them on my TV 
She likes to watch them how they walk 
She likes to hear what they say 

It's like a car crash 
Bloody fascination 

You wonder how they get their shoes tied 
Sit and stare at the horror there 
She knows you watch them too 
Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists 
Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones 
All them looking for 

Connection 
They lost contact 
They lost direction 
They need sexual, mystical 
Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like 
Contact 

Here I am 
Again inside 
This darkness 
All is black 
I cannot see your future 
Give me light 
I want to see your eyes 
Just a little light 
Inside your future 

A small connection 
Connection 
Ah!!!! 

I'd like to see Jesus and Mohammad 
On the road to Damascus 
What did you think they would say 
Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth 
Like Jews and Arabs today 
Or would they walk and speak 
Like philosophers and thinkers 
Amused at each other's insights 
Relishing the brain waves there 
Round the warmth of the hunting fire 
Eager for, hungry for 
They got to have 
You know they love 

Connection 
Contact 
Communion 
And let our two great religions 
Cease their senseless struggle 
It only hurts the children 
Connection 
Connection