Over and Out

Where will you go At the end of days When there is no time And there is no space When the sun will set On your meek parade On your lame excuse On your week charade Over and over Over and out Over and over Over and out Where will you go When the tide has turned From a warm embrace To an angry burn When the fires will rise From the ancient sky And the coming light Will blind your eyes Over and over Over and out Over and over Over and out Where will you go At the end of things When the loss of love Is the rite of spring When the pyramid And the sword and stone And the wooden cross Are all unknown (Over and over) Over and over Over and out Over and over Over and out Over and over Over and out Over and over Over and out