Rational Youth piosenki

I walked a path through a notion of time Like a particle of dust in a small beam of light Where a shape is not a shape - the world is just a dream Close to nature I left a trace where a world lived and died A notion out of time like a pure wave of motion...

Living in a graveyard Waiting for the axe to fall Working in a big hole Just to pay the rent man When my work is over Call you on the telephone Paint your pretty face Put on your cardboard dance shoes Saturdays in Silesia Holidays are for heroes Cit...