I'll tell you this...      No eternal reward will forgive us now      For wasting the dawn.      Back in those days everything was simpler and more   confused      One summer night, going to the pier      I ran into two young girls      The blonde one was called Freedom      The dark one, Enterprise      We talked and they told me this story      Now listen to this...      I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat      Soft driven, slow and mad      Like some new language      Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine   messenger      Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god      Wandering, wandering in hopeless night      Out here in the perimeter there are no stars      Out here we is stoned      Immaculate.