Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland

This is the place where your mind isn't wanted

Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending

Many a place for a good confrontation


There is no time for the lost generation

Inevitably it's a generalisation

But innocence leaves like a trivialisation


The devil in me made a pact with naievity

I keep you close with a memory

The devil in me keeps a record of his misery

I keep you close with a memory


Judging by your reaction

I'll be taking to no further action

It's then I know that I know when I need you

Then I know that I know when I need you

I know that I know when I need you


And not for no reason do they call this a wasteland

The century sighs because life's in the margin

The casual stance of the size is reluctance

Ritual needs like a cosy occasion


Destiny screams till it turns to a whimper

You see it on screen but there's a flaw in the picture

Maybe there's space for the smallest suggestion


The devil in me made a pact with naievity

I keep you close with a memory

The devil in me keeps a record of his misery

I keep you close with a memory


Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer

Then I show that I know that I need you

When I show that I know when I need you

I show that I know when I need you


Judging by your reaction

I'll be taking to no further action

Then I know that I know that I when need you

Then I know that I know that I when need you


Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer

Then I show that I know that I need you

When I show that I know when I need you

I show that I know when I need you

I show that I kwno when I need you

Then I'll know