Из альбома: Chronicles (Disk 2)
An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
No singing in the acid rain
Red alert
Red alert
It's so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
Incomplete
Incomplete
The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
But I worry about you
I know it makes on difference
To what you're going through
And I worry about you...
Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Keep them in your sights
Red alert
Red alert
Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete
Absolute
Absalom, Absalom, Absalom