Waiting in the garden, winter´s late It´s heating up again on the fire escape All the dirty money following the trail Falling too deep and no turning back
In another time, in another space In another way, we´ll get back to this place
Could be scars seen from above It´s not a window you´re jumping out of From the oil spills to the satellites Driven to disaster as you´re closing your eyes Take a look at your watch, take a look at the mask Making a clean sweep of the future, present and past
In another time, in another space In another way, we´ll get back to this place