Broken glass
Smoke and ash
Take you away through the underpass
The men outside look at you
And long to do what I'm going to

Europa
Laid bare
Europa
My old friend

Take off your clothes
Lay down your hair
Lie under the covers
Over there
Cities fall, cities burn
Men line up to take a turn

Europa

We look beneath the surface
We’ll tell you what we see
It is the same old story that
We see in history

The birds have flown and giants fall
Machines don't run behind the wall
When something is born as the old ways burn
As sure as the tide it starts to turn
Oh, we stand, tired on our feet
And we read the news, as paper blows down the street

And we sing our sadness across the yards
And we pray, we pray
The future won't be so hard