Lyrics

I'm mourning
And you're not even dead
I shouldn't have to tell you
About the foe in your bed

The moonlight over London
Tells me that the knights are still asleep

I shouldn't have to warn you
I shouldn't have to say
It's something about tomorrow
There's something on the way

Talk to me
About what's going on
There always been secrets
To secret to be shown

The blue sky over Paris
Shows a plain performance of disguise

I shouldn't have to warn you
I shouldn't have to say
It's something about our future
There's something on the way

I really don't despise you
For getting burned by the craze
But now it's pound or perish
There's something on the way

The Chemtrails over Berlin
Disintegrate your hairdo even more

What can I do to you
So your eyes see it too...