Nobody understands our road to despair Nobody knows what doubts still haunt us Caught in the crossfire of some worldy affair Only the pale moonlight to guide us
Who'd ever dream that there was power in these hands? Who'd ever know that we could fall? Counting our wealth by all the things we once had Blinded with pride our past is all
White russians Playing chess with your black heart White russians Facing death to save their past
Who really knows what future waits to be found? Who really knows this world at all? Riding the last train out of far away towns Who needs a cause worth fighting for?
