Waiting in the garden, winter's late
It's heating up again on the fire escape
All the dirty money following the trail
Falling too deep and no turning back
In another time, in another space
In another way, we'll get back to this place
Could be scars seen from above
It's not a window you're jumping out of
From the oil spills to the satellites
Driven to disaster as you're closing your eyes
Take a look at your watch, take a look at the mask
Making a clean sweep of the future, present and past
In another time, in another space
In another way, we'll get back to this place
