The song of the derelict plains
Don't mean to much to many
It doesn't appeal
To those who know their way

Can't find anyone
Who's not able to fascinate
Not able to communicate
Not able to reform

Where is this sanctuary

It's better to forestall than to be forestalled

The mood of the derelict plains
A seductive fascination
A noble gentle gesture
From the high and mighty

Decay of pride
A voyage home
With self-esteem
And self-restraint

Where is this sanctuary

It's better to forestall than to be forestalled

Set this straight once for all inside is burning let me know
You won't get an answer - I'll see to that
Behind the veils of ignorance a million faces seem so lost
I won't let them out of here - I'll see to that