How happy we are today The feeling will only escape No matter who we blame it on When the thrill is gone, it's gone, it's gone This could be the best we got And what we got is on our hands Are you going to the countdown? Sooner or later it's all in the past Sooner or later it floats above the glass Sooner or later it breaks inside the cast Sooner or later... Concrete rubble for concrete dreams Grains of sand floating in the sea Passing trains, all the passing trees Can you heed the whistle please?