If it was not so
Being more concise now
As if it wasn't clear, my dear
As you draw near
You're packing up, you're moving on
I guess I'll miss you, though I could be wrong
I'll be thinking of you and carry on
I'll be looking after myself from now on
The last minute
The gimmick of the single ticket
You take me with it
Like a train on steel ribbons
Well, what about precision
Revolutions per minute
With these feelings on exhibit
What's in it
I know it will be good for me
I know it will make me strong
These words and deeds that linger on
That way it'll be from now on
It's written on my face, it's written on the wall
There's writing everywhere, don't have time to read it all
I write these few lines, put them in a song
Be looking after myself from now on
Sparking and spilling into the night
Charging on to the outer limits
In the outer limit
What language will fit it
I'm out there, mama
Crossing a plain implicit
Piercing and pushing on to the dawn
Charging on to the outer limits
Sparking and spilling into the night
Charging on to the outer limits