Secret Alphabets
This is the end of the tracksWhere the fountains climb into your eyeNobody's hurting and nobody's lyingThey climb into your eye never to die
They say the man, he used to sail on his journeyAnd laid a trap so much the pilgrims for their moneyHe placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over CairoHe makes his process and his smoked them in a barroomHe could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracksWhere the fountains climb into your eyeNobody's hurting and nobody's lyingThey climb into your eye never to die
This is the end of the tracksWhere the fountains climb into your eyeNobody's hurting and nobody's cryingThey climb into your eye never to die
No one's getting olderEverybody's feeling youngJourney's almost over nowThere's hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracksWhere the fountains close(This is the end of time)This is the end of the tracksWhere the fountains close(This is the end of our life)