"Landscapes". . We are wandering aimlessly, with daggers at our side. (Is this an invitation?). Acrimonious even know the road's been paved with gold.
Like a bubble that's floating. On high above. I won't break down. I won't cry. But the colours are melting. I am fragile. . I've been acting so coldly.
I guess I'm leaving. On my train tomorrow. Yeah I'm leaving. And I'm not coming home. . I'm not playing stupid games no more. Knock me down again onto the floor.
Come on angel. You're in danger. Give me a sign now. Show me the way. We gotta do it now. Oh we gotta do it now. . Come on angel. Times are strange. And I need a life.