Broken glass Smoke and ash Take you away through the underpass The men outside look at you And long to do what I’m going to
Europa Laid bare Europa My old friend
Take off your clothes Lay down your hair Lie under the covers Over there Cities fall, cities burn Men line up to take a turn
Europa
We look beneath the surface We’ll tell you what we see It is the same old story that We see in history
The birds have flown and giants fall Machines don’t run behind the wall When something is born as the old ways burn As sure as the tide it starts to turn
Oh, we stand, tired on our feet, And we read the news, as paper blows down the street.
And we sing our sadness across the yards, And we pray, we pray, The future won't be so hard.