Besedila: Sleep Station. Hang In There Charlie. Last Parade.

I grew up in the last parade, that you had before, time permitted change. You were not insane, your words were torn, and thrown up in your face. Now I have to sail away, and see the world from space. My mind begs for change, I know it's you, I can't replace. This is all I know. No matter how far I go, you'll never hear me say your name. Now my mind is gone, like it ever was here, like someday your face will disappear. And I miss those shows you begged me to go to, there was hope left in your face, now life goes on, without my heart, it's my soul that is dead and torn apart. This is all I know. For this I die, I am never going to live your lie. This is all I know. No matter how far I go, you'll never hear me say your name