Private world

Moving fast

I see your face in the distant past

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly

Echoes of an empty room

Assassin at the window below

The concrete jungle sleeps at night

Story ends

Leave him alone

Calling

Calling your name

All that you say goes in vain

I would like to find you

On a voyage

That could find itself true

Centre of a scene

Where a man lies dying in the sun

The concrete jungle sleeps at night

Story ends

Can't leave him alone

Calling

Calling your name

All that you say goes in vain

I would like to find you

On a voyage

That could find itself true

Private world

Moving fast

I see your face in the distant past

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly