The song of the derelict plains  Don't mean to much to many  It doesn't appeal  To those who know their way    Can't find anyone  Who's not able to fascinate  Not able to communicate  Not able to reform    Where is this sanctuary    It's better to forestall than to be forestalled    The mood of the derelict plains  A seductive fascination  A noble gentle gesture  From the high and mighty    Decay of pride  A voyage home  With self-esteem  And self-restraint    Where is this sanctuary    It's better to forestall than to be forestalled    Set this straight once for all inside is burning let me know  You won't get an answer - I'll see to that  Behind the veils of ignorance a million faces seem so lost  I won't let them out of here - I'll see to that