I am riding with the empty motorcade All the politicians have left the stage The spectre of the high street, the ghost towns return The out of town cathedrals suffocate and control We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold I am riding with the empty motorcade Digital terrorists will remember these days My eyes can't look into yours anymore They are too scared to see what they once saw We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold
I am riding with the empty motorcade All the politicians have left the stage The spectre of the high street, the ghost towns return The out of town cathedrals suffocate and control We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold I am riding with the empty motorcade Digital terrorists will remember these days My eyes can't look into yours anymore They are too scared to see what they once saw We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were sold We were body - and yet we were soul We were rust - and yet we were gold
