The future seems to follow us into the distant past We try to hide from instances that plague us to the last Gag the sirens thouroughly, but tie me to the mast Let creeping chaos break the bonds, although they are tied fast
Sitting silent on the porch the doorstep of a heart, The entrance to a warm safe place, where something new can start Put the pieces back again climb on the apple cart Pick up sticks and lock a key then watch it fall apart
Whipped and dragged through streets of glass and scenes of ancient lust The cities slowly reach the sky, then quickly start to rust Recaptured glories shine again through centuries of dust We rail against all certainty, the fates to which we're thrust
And here we come around again, again again again Never that much different, but never quite the same I stand in stoic fury hold my hand against the flame, And dream a tiny action may commit some epic changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
