The war has long been over But there was nothing gained or lost We're cleaned up and we're sober The last frontier has long been crossed When all imagination And all of our dreams come to an end All hopes run dry
We're scratching at the surface To seem to care what's underneath We wear our darkened glasses Don't dare to look! But: Look achieved! The talk of revolution Just another term from history books We're standing by
And I keep thinking: what has been and what is never gonna be And I keep thinking: in the end there's nothing left for us to see And I keep thinking how it's been, and how it wasn't meant to be And I keep thinking: in the end there's nothing left for us to be
We drank the poison chalice But every drop has gone to waste We sing a song of love and malice Where every word has been replaced I trip, you slip, we're falling We fall together, fall apart We aimed for heaven, hit the sky