Woorden: Depeche Mode. Construction Time Again. Two Minute Warning.

We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
And scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry

No sex, no consequence, no sympathy
You're good enough to heat

Two minute warning, two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered
Two minute warning two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered

The dawning of another year
Marks time for those who understand
One in four still here
While you and I go hand in hand

No radio, no sound, no sin, no sanctuary
So welcome to your last

Two minute warning, two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered
Two minute warning

The sun, the solitude, the cemetery
So, welcome to your last

Two minute warning, two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered
Two minute warning, two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered
Two minute warning, two minutes later
When time has come, my days are numbered