You don't know what's going on. You've been away for far too long. You can't come back and think you are still mine. You're out of touch, my baby. My poor discarded baby.
We saw the writings on the wall. When heathens ruled above us all. Tormented we still heard the call. . You come to bring us down. Wield the scepter steal the crown.
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long. You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby. My poor discarded baby I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time.
You don't know what's going on. You've been away for far too long. You can't come back. And think you are still mine. . You're out of touch my baby. My poor old-fashioned baby.
Shattered lives and broken worlds.. Pieces of life scattered all around.. The art of politicians spread their canvas all over town.. They paint with thick lines of red..
A taxi waits for no one in another place. It waits and then it disappears without a trace. You stood upon the window sill and said goodbye. I watched you as you fell into a cloudy sky.
You don't know what's going on. You've been away for far too long. You can't come back and think you are still mine. You're out of touch my baby. My poor discarded baby.
Beyond this reality I live for eternity. Keep to silence by christianity. I'm awaiting true beliefs. . Beyond this reality. Unreal hides in nothingness.