The lay of land
has warped and turned
to sinking sands and overtures.

And I dream of how we used to be.
I dream of how we used to be.
But our hearts are riddled with disease,
now that the sun has set.

The world speeds up
and I stand still
on the hill of everything I've lost.

I'm left behind
with foreign signs,
the only children of direction.

And I dream of how we used to be.
I dream of how we used to be.
But our hearts are riddled with disease,
now that the sun has set;

now that the sun has set;
now that the sun has set;
now that the sun has set;
now that the sun has set.

Oh, are there other worlds than this?
Are there other worlds than this?
Dear, are there other worlds than this,
where our love still exists?

Oh, are there other worlds than this?
Are there other worlds than this?
Dear, are there other worlds than this,
where our love still exists?

Tell me.
Tell me, won't you tell me, please?
Oh, tell me.
Tell me, won't you tell me, please?