The broader your horizons seem   The shakier the ground    These old oak trees collapse unseen    And do not make a sound      The World is a stage we grow out of   The World is a stage we grow out of   Only a stage we grow out of   Only a stage we plague      I'll put it on a postcard to you   What could have been a landmark rots, ignored   A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored      So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired,   Etcetera   Naked, bleeding and shivering   I fail to make a stand      I won't breathe the air you're breathing   I won't breathe the air you're breathing   I won't waste the air you're breathing   I won't waste the air      I'll put it on a postcard to you   What could have been a landmark rots, ignored   A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored      These old oak trees collapse unseen   And do not make a sound