The song of the derelict plains
Don`t mean to much to many
It doesn`t appeal
To those who know their way
Can`t find anyone
Who`s not able to fascinate
Not able to communicate
Not able to reform
Where is this sanctuary
It`s better to forestall than to be forestalled
The mood of the derelict plains
A seductive fascination
A noble gentle gesture
From the high and mighty
Decay of pride
A voyage home
With self-esteem
And self-restraint
Where is this sanctuary
It`s better to forestall than to be forestalled
Set this straight once for all inside is burning let me know
You won`t get an answer - I`ll see to that
Behind the veils of ignorance a million faces seem so lost
I won`t let them out of here - I`ll see to that