To clean the slate of former years
Of the 20th century towers and in comfortable cars in motion
All around I know the conscious choice was crystal clear
I attempt to talk up the town, the answers are in the arches
And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain
You're just like the rest, your restlessness makes you lazy
Keeping busy is just wasting time and I've wasted what little he gave me
"Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days"
As they drowned we could hear them screaming