Purple pavements
Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one-night cheap hotels
Oh, am I only drifting to always come back?

And now I search for something
Oh, whatever, I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open card with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cars

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
Well, I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say
God has left me anyway

Lava laden pavement
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes are echoes buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we share their temple of halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls

We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and the God

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say
God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say
God has left us anyway

There are echoes in the garden
Is anybody listening?
There are echoes lost in the garden
Is anybody listening?
They whisper:
"The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying"