The only ones that I remember, the outsiders They called me on a winter day And told me they just had been wandering, the outsiders And came in for a change.
Once we had the right To spend the days and fight (find?) Showing photographs, now We will need another train.
Once we were the night And watched in black and white Showing hurricanes, now We will creep across the street.
And all of our thoughts in the water, the outsiders Are lost in the ignorance And all the seasons always changing, for the outsiders It all remains unchanged.
