This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains fly into your eye Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying They fly into your eye never to die...
They say the man he used to sail on his journey And laid a trap to rob, the pilgrims for their money He placed his gold all over this world And in morning as he looked out over Cairo He makes his process and his smoked them in a barrel He could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains fly into your eye Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying They fly into your eye never to die... This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains fly into your eye Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying They fly into your eye never to die...
No one's getting older, everybody's feeling young Journey's almost over now, there's hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (this is the end of time) This is the end of the tracks Where the fountains close (this is the end of time)