What's left to captivate us
And after gaining our resignation
What's left to captivate us
You're only enemy's panic
What's to become of us
And it sounds hero incredible
Join the army of ghosts
What's left to captivate us
Into bunkers and black minarets
From the cracks and from the crevices
We don't make a sound
Sound that makes the headphones edible
With a painted restraint, I don't move a muscle
The man 'cross the street, he don't move a muscle
A morning voice faint and yet
Your only chance is to start making sense
The murmurs in the mist
If the bath water's clear and my ear's underwater
Though he's all covered in dust
Says constitutions of granite can't save the planet
When constitutions of granite can't save the planet
Sleep's beckoning from the depths
On a geyser of ink
And we carry their water
Awake, affiliated and indelible
That's when the powers of observation
Sleep plunging into deeper debt
Though a turbine roars
Come to the periphery town
They come through the chainlink fence
It's a tolerant hum from the core
