I'm backstage and it's like a funeral Nothing's like it used to be I won't touch your alcohol The air is rain and factory All you read is Dostoevsky When all you need is Bukowski ♪ ♪ Now the rain falls silent In the northern quarter Transparency of a soul Transparency of a soul Transparency, transparency ♪ We French kiss at the urinals Dancing at the silent disco I don't see a wedding ring Oh, I have enjoyed your company ♪ You avantgarde motherfuckers You avantgarde motherfuckers You avantgarde motherfuckers You avantgarde motherfuckers Transparency of a soul Transparency of a soul ♪ Pull the curtains open City of lights are passing by What happens on the bus, stays on the bus Let's leave this town for another one Transparency, transparency Transparency of our soul