The Nelson Highrise Sector 2: The Mirror (Alphaville)

This is a national anthem from the flip-side of the Empire Hand on my heart, heart on the sleeve of the constitution Sinking right into a mirror, leaving reflections on it's surface Caught in a kind of radio-beacon that's sending out signals transmitting Them backwards HEY, tell me it's true, is this the other side of U. Worlds gonna change with a move in your face, do I still walk on the same Structure? HEY, what do we know, re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows? Nothing is real, even iron or steel melting gently in the cold structure Watching your face thru' a peephole as I lean against the door Can't understand what you say but I think that you're calling my name Leaving the ones I loved is like leaving the one they want me to be Making decisions in real-time-precision as millions of sailors in parallel Worlds HEY, tell me it's true, is this the other side of U. Worlds gonna change with a move in your face, do I still walk on the same Structure? HEY, what do we know, re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows? Nothing is real, even iron or steel melting gently in the cold structure Everybody walks this side of the run-way Everybody hopes to get off the trap All we really like is to groove with emotion Waiting for the airline to lift us up