Where are you goin now?. Gonna track you down. Smile when I get a taste. Of your liquid grace again. You seem to slip away. Away to some dark place. In your soul.
Here we come - Now there's a cloud upon the city. We're not done - Under an unforgiving sky. Don't pretend - And as the dust invades the twighlight. This will end - We see there's still no signs of life.