Our carpets are worn and all our curtains torn.
But the mood carries on, and on and on beyond, till it's gone.
It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
And still it's left undone.
In circles and space, the vast inhuman race
The strain will show, when empty breezes blow, going no place.
It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
And still it's left undone
The changes in time will steal your youth and mine
With shaking heads, we lie in unmade beds, counting the nights.
It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
And still it's left undone.
Will you let me in? I'm just a long lost friend.
You can't tell these days just what a man intends
Is it day? Or is it night?
I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.
But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes
We made the bed and look where it led
Is it where we wanted to go?
Well who's to know
The jackal and the fox, won't spoil your window box
Who needs a world outside? Your T.V.'s twice as wide.
Is it day? Or is it night?
I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.
But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes.
We made the bed and look where it's led.
Is it where we wanted to go, well who's to know
Who's to know, who's to know, who's to know...?
No one dares to walk along the boulevard
In case they catch you off your guard
When the lights are off and there is no one there
Then they catch you unawares.
Nervousness is showing in the whites of your eyes
Suspicious of the other guy
Talking is a luxury that you can't afford
When everybody's paranoid.
It seems like
