Here Are my place and time And here in my own skin I can finally begin Let the century pass me by Standing under night sky Tomorrow means nothing
I was only a child then Feeling barely alive when I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car And prayed to a dying star The memory's fading I can almost remember singing la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la
We watched the end of the century Compressed on a tiny screen A dead star collapsing and we could see That something was ending Are you through pretending We saw its signs in the suburbs
You could never have predicted That he could see through you Kasparov, Deep Blue, nineteen-ninety six Your mind's pulling tricks now The show is over so take a bow We're living in the shadows la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la
La la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la