There, smoke turns into serpents in the airnBeware, there's no sanctu'ry anywherenOn this very spot, a great city once stoodnIt oozed with evil but it felt so goodnWell I don't knownWhere did it go?nnAnd here, there's lots of method in the madness dearnAnd we're considering remaining herenIn this very house a giant was bornnWith two angry eyes and one sharp black hornnWell I don't knownHow could he grow?nnThe fountains spurt winenAnd the chimneys gush flowersnWhere me and my friends pass the fleeting hoursnWell I don't knownWhere did they go?nnGoodbye, there's no reason and no alibinI'll try to write you a letter from the cyclone's eyenOn this very day, a hundred years beforenThey opened up the future like it was a doornWell I don't knownWhere did they go?