Living in this revolution
It's a television set of illusion
When everything is in its place
There's no black and white institutions
We're out of control, ill solutions
Cause everything ends in the grey
It's all in the grey
We're living with this new conclusion
That nobody cares, there's confusion
The blinds are drawn and we've all gone to bed
We're all happy in bed
But maybe we need a post-modern, quick confusion
Some better health, a new constitution
We need the signs leading in our heads
They're all bleeding in our heads
It's the old us field
And the falling stars
We want to stand against
Our own golden shards
It's the old us field


When the sun will burn
Our back is far
Far
There's too many shrewd obtrusions
A picture too of illusions
A greedy look
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
It's all in our head
We're in a jet stream
Jet stream of evolution
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied
But yet frozen
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied
We're in a whirlwind with no hands tied