Danger
i've been told to expect it
i begin my descent
down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those i confide in?
i think that i know what i haven't known yet
'cause a week is a month
and an hour a day
when your reaching just pushes it further away
with your past and your future precisely divided
am i at that moment?
i haven't decided
And stretching out into the sea... aquitana
is that what the prophet told me he saw?
you gave it to me but i really don't want it
i came out on top by the luck of the draw
'cause a week is a month and an hour a day
when your reaching just pushes it further away
and what's the return on the faith i've provided?
i think that i know now but i haven't decided