Cenotaph

Sad melodies pass down the boulevards On the starry seas of blue Stuck in a photograph The future's just a path staring back at you Every exit is an entrance somewhere else Whether we get into heaven or into hell Every exit is an entrance somewhere else Whether we get into heaven or into hell Mad energies march to the cenotaph To tighten up the screws Fat vultures pick up flight As cameramen broadcast the moments that we lose They take a piece of me They take a piece of you We crumble and we crack But someday I know that we'll find our way back Every exit is an entrance somewhere else Whether we get into heaven or into hell Every exit is an entrance somewhere else Whether we get into heaven or into hell Somewhere else Somewhere else