Here in my place and time And here in my own skin I can finally begin Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky Tomorrow means nothing
I was only a child then Feeling barely alive when I heard a song from a speaker of a passing car Praying to a dying star, the memories fading I can almost remember singing
We watched the end of the century Compressed on a tiny screen A dead star collapsing and we could see Something was ending Are you through pretending? We saw the signs in the suburbs
You could have never predicted that it could see through you Kasparov, Deep Blue, 1996 Your mind's playing tricks now Show's over so take a bow And leave it in the shadowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
