Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did?   Your beautiful triangle of distortion   Now you seem to forget it so much   Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did?      Say you can remember, say, where is the tomorrow?   Say, where you are coming from?   Say, what you have left us?      Are we too tired to try and understand   That nothing is nothing, on that we depend?   Take my hand together and we will cry   It really makes no difference   To what you see inside, to what you see inside      Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did?   A beautiful landscape of your nation   Another era is not forthcoming   Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did?      Say you can remember, say, where is the tomorrow?   Say, where you are coming from?   Say, what you have?      Are we too tired to try and understand   That nothing is nothing on that we depend?   Take my hand together and we will cry   It really makes no difference   To what you see inside, to what you see inside