Album: Joy Parade (1997)

Trust

He goes away
In search of a rose
In a drowning empty dawn
A paranoid dreamscape

He goes away
Along all their empty faces
And all the blinded ears
No one helps him and no one carries him
Running away....

And he carries a heart in his hand
A southfruit germ in the northern lands
Drifting and drifting fornever to dwell

He goes away
A tousand people but alone
In a touch of misanthrophy
And a wish to escape
From this reality