It's much too much.
Ads everywhere.
so much bread and so much play.
Happiness has no name.
All the streets are driven on,
in people's hearts cold images.
No one can read thoughts.
The climate's getting colder.
I'll build a city for you
of glass and gold and stone.
And every street that leads out
will lead back in again.
I'll build a city for you and for me.
No one knows what he looks like anymore,
or what his name is.
Everyone here is on the run.
Their tears are made of ice.
But things have to change.
It can't go on like this.
Where will I find support? Where will I find protection?
The sky is like lead here.
I won't give any more answers
to the wrong questions.
Time is quickly wasting away,
and you have to hunt for happiness.
A city, where there is no fear, only trust.
Where we'll dismantle the walls of greed and contempt.
Where light isn't extinguished, and the water's bright.
Where every sunrise is a reward and every dream comes true.
And where every moment flows through time and space into our hearts.