In the grip of a winter came, love and greed Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat In the low light comfort of Berlin streets A calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat I was alone at the front line The message I was taught was the triumph and The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England Can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the peace before believing the threat In a foreign field I cut all regrets But the poison stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess I was alone for the first time The message I was taught was the triumph and The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England Can't see the picture (Aaaahh…) Can't see the picture (Aaaahh…) Can't see the picture.