Waiting in the garden, winter's late

It's heating up again on the fire escape

All the dirty money following the trail

Falling too deep and no turning back

In another time, in another space

In another way, we'll get back to this place

Could be scars seen from above

It's not a window you're jumping out of

From the oil spills to the satellites

Driven to disaster as you're closing your eyes

Take a look at your watch, take a look at the mask

Making a clean sweep of the future, present and past

In another time, in another space

In another way, we'll get back to this place