Where Are You Now? Songtext
von 1919

A photograph
A letter, a post-it note
Memories
Birthday cards and books

Half a century and all that′s left is ash
Clinging to your essence with only paper scraps

Where are you now?
Is it a quiet place?
Where are you now?
Are you in outer space?

Religious types
Call it eternal peace
Hippies say
It's something to do with LSD

Half a century and all that′s left are cracks
Wearing down a needle until the deafening scratch


Where are you now?
A paranormal thing?
Where are you now?
Can you still hear me sing?

A "paranormal" something
Sounds like superstition
Says it gives us everything

How liberating is it?
Could you come and visit?
And would you even leave a trace?

Theology it questions
Sometimes even reckons
Mostly it just says nothing

Ethereal something
Something something something
Seems to leave me lost for words

Where are you now?
I hope it isn't far
Where are you now?
Can you still play guitar?

So save a place for me
Your favourite bastard son
And let me know which planet you're on


I′m coming by someday
But it may take a while
I′ve got some stuff to do...

So write me back someday soon?