you open your mouth and all i hear are pianos playingni feel like we're in some silent filmni look at your lips but i still don't know just what you're sayingnthe titles are too far away to readnni take the train back homenyou're there at the station to pick me upnand we will embrace while the steam starts risingni don't understand why this is not enoughnnbut we're being replaced by something much more colorfulnand we will soon be historynwe're being replaced by something much more beautifulnthis will all but disappearnnso let's be sure to leave them something to remember us bynwhen we're dead and gonenand maybe they'll laugh and say we were such simple peoplenno, i don't think that should be wrongnnbut we're being replaced by something much more colorfulnand we will soon be historynwe're being replaced by something much more beautifulnthis will all but disappearnntake some time to rememberntake the time to recall