Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars. All bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from Mars. And as I stumbled through last nights drunken debris.
Come on, tune in to the life. Black sky blue world green eyes. . And you'll come running. To the dark side of the moon. And 'though you'll never find us.
If this world is wearing thin. And you're thinking of escape. I'll go anywhere with you. Just wrap me up in chains. But if you try to go alone. Don't think I'll understand.
The trees are listening. Each time a missile's made. They hide three mystics. The earth sends from her grave. . To tell us the future has been stolen away.