What is to become of us? Make it clear Make sure you are fair What is to become of us? Make it clear Besides myself there is nobody there
Some things never change, Though time can heal. All that just makes me estranged. Same old tree outside grows still, I feel it weighing down on me. They set their homes apart, Those days will never have the heart Alone the fiery souls lay deep
What is to become of us? Make it clear Make sure you are fair What is to become of us? Make it clear Besides myself there is nobody there
Further into the wild, you still depress It is full of our own deep fear Everyone here makes his own mess Divides the sacred from the severe A shadow lies deep On the sunsets we meet Making a wish upon a star with a desire unclear Even with ourselves we are not sincere
What is to become of us? Make it clear Make sure you are fair What is to become of us? Make it clear Besides myself there is nobody there