poor paper pilot try to get ahead of time
in the middle of the night
do the cryptic voices ever sleep?
keeping pace with the pain
in the middle of your isolation
do you shoot sorrow in your veins?
why are you in such a hurry?
up against the wall with a honey-tounged fate
in the middle of a secret garden
something inside is breaking down
why are you in such a hurry?
take a look at yourself alexander
living like a no-man's-lander
better take what they hand ya
nobody's ever gonna try to understand you