The Dying Rays - Herbert Grönemeyer, Gang Of Four

Stop the seconds flow

Oh, I’m too late

I’m back where I began at the start

I’m caught in the wake

I’ll have my due and drag the rock up the hill

Nothing to lose that’s not been lost

I wish the sun anchored still

What I wanted disappears in the haze

A speck of dust held forever in the dying rays

Breath on the mirror;

nothing inside

The horizon’s bare, but in the night, I miss the pilot’s light

Control and power, empires were built in our minds

But it will all go up in a blaze;

only dust in the dying rays