Retrospect Lyrics - Musique - Theatre Of Tragedy

Here we are 

One more time today 

We stand in line 

There is no sense 

The cigarette in hand 

It's all gone bad 

No name, privilege, no hope and fame 

We've seen it all before 

And it seems like a mirror of our future 

We were waiting for something 

We were listening to the heartbeats 

It could take us 

It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame 

And it seems like a mirror of our future 

We've seen it all before 

It seems we're out of class 

This is no age for us 

We are fragile