Try to remember, the echoes and embers. Are heavy on my mind. The pictures are broken, the front door is open. The scars are left behind. Tables turn you once they burning.
Ah, it's time to relax.. You know what that means.. A glass of wine, your favorite easy chair,. And of course, this compact disc. Playing on your home stereo..
The city's made of diamonds. And tomorrow glass will grow. All the freedoms that divide us. They're coming after me. Flashback 1984. Now who's knock, knocking at your door.