This heart is empty I've barely hidden memories I've found a picture that haunts me again I've no sad expression I've no tears in my eyes But I am the
Somewhere in Dark corners I know Something is wrong. No fear No talking Just this long wait for pain Scream scream We're going down My centurion dies
I'm up here Youre down there Call me the baitman I'm screaming for air Colour me black If you wish, but I don't believe I don't believe My God I don
We are Walking nostalgia Like old movies for real Look at me, look at you Look at them, look at us I'm young Sell a slim body to the man next door Sell
The iceman comes Someone is out there They'll wait and won't make mistakes The iceman comes My head runs empty Oh I've got the fear The iceman comes
Love me I'm cheap to rent You could tell me Of when you were young Forgive and forget The rhythm of the evening Will tear us apart again Talk talk I
Keep your love songs We've all heard Keep your pictures We've all seen Keep your kind words And keep your tears. I'm only here For a thousand years Here
Look at your face It's so fortunately arranged Don't look back I can assure you that you won't like what you see You step on my dreams I could whisper
I fall down No control somehow No help now My favor slides No one comes here And now I'm feeding strangers Thin air, like cold death, like cold death
Vertaling: Numan, Gary. Warriors.
