I am riding with the empty motorcade

All the politicians have left the stage

The spectre of the high street, the ghost towns return

The out of town cathedrals suffocate and control

We were young - and yet we were old

We were bought - and yet we were sold

We were body - and yet we were soul

We were rust - and yet we were gold

I am riding with the empty motorcade

Digital terrorists will remember these days

My eyes can't look into yours anymore

They are too scared to see what they once saw

We were young - and yet we were old

We were bought - and yet we were sold

We were body - and yet we were soul

We were rust - and yet we were gold

We were young - and yet we were old

We were bought - and yet we were sold

We were body - and yet we were soul

We were rust - and yet we were gold