I will singI will be passed on over nowTake the wheelTake me downLet me sleep till we have disappeared’Cause we’re moving from east to westAcross the grey, it’s meaninglessOn the borderline nothing is real except for you and II have silverAnd I have dollarsAnd papers, tooBring me a mango from the southPour me a drink from the bottleAnd one for you’Cause we’re empty as the desertAs we drift from west to eastOn the borderline everything is empty, even you and I’Cause we’re moving from east to westAcross the grey, it’s meaningless