he 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
