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 оver there
Cities fall, cities burn
Men line up to take a turn

Europa. Laid bare.
Europa. My old friend.
Europa. Laid bare.
Europa. My old friend.

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

Europa. Laid bare.
We look beneath the surface.
Europa. My old friend.
We’ll tell you what we see.
Europa. Laid bare.
It is the same old story that.
Europa. My old friend.
We see in history.

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

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.