Bet you don't know where I went back today,
back to the place where we used to scream.
Ten years before this ageless present,
the monster lives and peace still hasn't come.
And on the benches on which we wrote,
in the half-light, in a trance,
all the magic words to "Heroes",
with the spelling mistakes of ours.
Yeah, they're still there.
And still now,
it continues to escape my control,
the problem and solution,
'cos the scream always lies beneath,
yeah, it's the answer.
And still now,
only screams and make-believe,
succeed in extinguishing,
the lights of my black alert.
I have a knife that's made of plastic,
where there used to be metal.
and that strange book that got you expelled from nursery,
I had to burn every page.
And on those iron bars that separate us,
from the most awful fall,
remain the two intials,
we scribed with a compass.
Yeah, they're still there.
Vertical and transversal,
I'm a scream and I'm crystal,
exactly halfway inbetween,
the fact you used to hate so much,
when you repeated to me that,
it'll tear you apart and it'll tear me apart,
and we'll only keep it together by screaming,
you'd say it's easy and then you would begin.
And the scream always returns,
and with us it will die,
cold and brief like a line,
written in an animal language.
And it's always there.
It'll tear you apart and it'll tear me apart,
and we'll only keep it together by screaming,
and now it's not so easy,
'cos you used to begin.
Vertical and transversal,
I'm a scream and I'm crystal,
exactly halfway inbetween,
the fact you used to hate so much,
when you used to provoke me to howl.
And that's it, at last there's peace,
oh, at last there's peace.
And that's it, at last there's peace,
oh, at last there's peace.
Who were my screams for?
I know, you don't.
You never asked,
no, you never did.