Woorden: Sparta. Cataract.

Locked up in the distance
In the falter above us
As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind
Old photos distort you
And you're frowning a smile
As the misery makes you act blind

Stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts
Yeah, the trouble starts over again
Stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts
Yeah, the trouble starts over again

In the scenes of this casting
Where a tragedy follows
As the contrails pass this vacant sky

Stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts
Yeah, the trouble starts over again

Disappear, Orlean
Away from tarnished golden arsenals
You're laying down again
Disappear, Orlean
Because your swan song fell on fallen heads
You're laying down again

Locked up in the distance
In the falter above us
As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind
In the scenes of this casting
Where a tragedy follows
As the contrails pass this vacant sky

Disappear, Orlean
Away from tarnished golden arsenals
You're laying down again
Disappear, Orlean
Because your swan song fell on fallen heads
You're laying down again

Time goes nowhere
Time goes nowhere

Away
Away
Away

As the contrails pass this vacant sky
As the contrails pass this vacant sky
As the contrails pass this vacant sky
As the contrails pass this vacant sky