| Here
|
| In my place and time
|
| And here in my own skin
|
| I can finally begin
|
| Let the century pass me by
|
| Standing under night sky
|
| Tomorrow means nothing
|
| I was only a child then
|
| Feeling barely alive when
|
| I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car
|
| And prayed to a dying star
|
| The memory’s fading
|
| I can almost remember singing
|
| La la, la la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| We watched the end of the century
|
| Compressed on a tiny screen
|
| A dead star collapsing and we could see
|
| That something was ending
|
| Are you through pretending
|
| We saw the signs in the suburbs?
|
| You could never predict it
|
| That it could see through you
|
| Kasparov — Deep Blue 1996
|
| Your mind’s playing tricks now
|
| Show is over so take a bow
|
| We’re living in the shadows of…
|
| La la, la la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| Hey
|
| Put the cellphone down for a while
|
| In the night there is something wild
|
| Can you hear it breathing?
|
| And hey
|
| Put the laptop down for a while
|
| In the night there is something wild
|
| I feel it, it’s leaving me
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la
|
| La la, la la, la la la la |