Spies, why are you leading usnTo the ripe promise of drier land?nI can't go, there can't be none there anywaynRunning over bridges so fair and powerlinesnnYou're beautiful, from far away,nBut we don't even have a place where we can be alone (x2)nnTries, we try to be someonenEvery night, marching the foreign landsnEach day greyer, so conveyer, dynamo,nDoubts are broken, arms are spoken, anyhownnYou're beautiful, from far away,nBut we don't even have a place where we can be alone (x2)nnWhere we can be alone (x8)