Our carpets are worn and all our curtains torn.



But the mood carries on, and on and on beyond, till it's gone.



It seems like five thousand years have come and gone



And still it's left undone.











In circles and space, the vast inhuman race



The strain will show, when empty breezes blow, going no place.



It seems like five thousand years have come and gone



And still it's left undone.







The changes in time will steal your youth and mine



With shaking heads, we lie in unmade beds, counting the nights.



It seems like five thousand years have come and gone



And still it's left undone.







Will you let me in? I'm just a long lost friend.



You can't tell these days just what a man intends.



Is it day? Or is it night?



I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.







But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes



We made the bed and look where it led



Is it where we wanted to go?



Well who's to know.



The jackal and the fox, won't spoil your window box



Who needs a world outside? Your T.V.'s twice as wide.



Is it day? Or is it night?



I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.







But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes.



We made the bed and look where it's led.



Is it where we wanted to go, well who's to know



Who's to know, who's to know, who's to know ... ?







No one dares to walk along the boulevard



In case they catch you off your guard



When the lights are off and there is no one there



Then they catch you unawares.



Nervousness is showing in the whites of your eyes



Suspicious of the other guy



Talking is a luxury that you can't afford



When everybody's paranoid.







It seems like