The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat And words are just some place to hide, a wall that we can run behind When truth is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down inside No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
We sat up talking late last night, trying to make some sense But we were just skirting round with clever words And all the things that we pretend There's guard dogs straining at the leash, with the soldiers standing by Staring into empty space beyond the twisted wire No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all So when this nightmare's over, will you just rock me back to sleep Tomorrow is another day, passive in their Brave New WorldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
