Lyrics:

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.