It Could Be Anyone

Kilbey/Willson-Piper
(Polygram Music/MMA Music)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. July 25, 2005]

Within this city will come to your children
Identical sisters in mirrors of haze
Magnetic disturbance distorting the meters
Unendurable silence sucked into the phase

First of these daughters appears in the vacuum
The void that's created, an absence of light
Perpetually chanting the great Maha mantra
She heralds the current that holds back the night

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone
Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

The second descends through electric attraction
Distributing wings, that've never been used
When certain conditions fulfilled by the future
Momentarily lucid, permanently fused

In the hills and mountains the hawks and the eagles
Hang on the breezes and glide on the clouds
They pull down a torrent that shorts out the circuits
Negating the fires and drowning the crowds

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone
Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

Without a trace of suspicion the message transmitted
It's certainly altered, it's no longer true
Bursting in temples, it brings on the jungles
Breeds good doctors nobody knew

When north meets the south, when right meets the left
When parallel lines begin to converge
We're transcending factors, fake the arrangements
Charge-positive sky, the monster submerged

And when this is over, and when it is finished
The mission accomplished, the purpose complete
Back at the beginning Eden prevails
Back at the start, back on the street

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone
Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone
Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone

Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone
Anyone, could be anyone
Anyone, anyone


[The following verses are from the Stephen Cummings version on his album The Escapist.]

Took a look at the world blowing past my car
Every atom in your body was once in a star
Through the windshield up ahead I see mountains unroll
It's like a giant transmigration of soul

Sometimes I'm feeling that I can't concentrate
It's like my whole life has been kickstarted by fate
And I catch my face in the rear-view
It could be anyone at all, even you

Swept along the highway, packed up and moving fast
Brooding about the future and stroking the past
I've been up eight hours, I've been talking to the sky
Take a look at the world as it whizzes by

Sometimes I feel I might suffocate
I turn on myself like a medieval instrument of hate
I turn and catch your eye on the view
You always admire what I cannot do