[00:17.00]We could throw ourselves in a road
[00:18.52]But receive no comfort from street lights
[00:21.03]Why not come in for a jamens and escape life?
[00:24.16]We're idle in the mean time
[00:25.93]Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams
[00:33.94]Well, I say the dead sea is dying
[00:36.15]You say you're going underground for a while
[00:38.07]Well, we all need to be recognized for something
[00:41.24]Not sure if the devil's eyes are blue
[00:43.11]Work and days of underpaid still hold the key
[00:47.65]I see this place from my window
[00:51.53]It goes on the corner like the rest
[00:55.30]There are the buzzards and the crows
[00:58.99]Making eyes of a sea, self obsessed
[01:12.59]Now, if commandment 11 is, “Don't get caught”
[01:15.52]Then 12 must be, “Don't ever tell”
[01:18.58]Then ask yourself do you believe you'll go to hell?
[01:23.22]My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil
[01:26.95]He never showed and if he says that I believe
[01:31.89]I hear the place from my window
[01:35.47]Call me like a lighthouse to the sea
[01:39.25]There swarm the buzzards and the crows
[01:42.97]Swirling wide talking wise and there's me
[01:47.10]You and I hanging around
[01:50.51]Lads who've got childish names
[01:54.60]Scissors, we cut it out
[01:58.54]Shining before by the waves
[02:02.62]And I need to be recognized
[02:06.25]'Cause we could be self-assured
[02:10.28]We could be happy indoors
[02:15.86]I know this place from my window
[02:20.35]I trip out and fall to the ground down below
[02:24.53]Hoods up for the buzzards and the crows
[02:27.91]Who believe in the void of themselves
[02:41.82]Still believe in the void of themselves
[02:58.35]And all the trees and animals of mountains green