Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland
This is the place where your mind isn't wanted
Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending
Many a place for a good confrontation

There is no time for the lost generation
Inevitably it's a generalisation
But innocence leaves like a trivialisation

The devil in me made a pact with naievity
I keep you close with a memory
The devil in me keeps a record of his misery
I keep you close with a memory

Judging by your reaction
I'll be taking to no further action
It's then I know that I know when I need you
Then I know that I know when I need you
I know that I know when I need you

And not for no reason do they call this a wasteland
The century sighs because life's in the margin
The casual stance of the size is reluctance
Ritual needs like a cosy conclusion

Destiny screams till it turns to a whimper
You see it on screen but there's a flaw in the picture
Maybe there's space for the smallest suggestion

The devil in me made a pact with naievity
I keep you close with a memory
The devil in me keeps a record of his misery
I keep you close with a memory

Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer
Then I show that I know that I need you
When I show that I know when I need you
I show that I know when I need you

Judging by your reaction
I'll be taking to no further action
Then I know that I know that I when need you
Then I know that I know that I when need you

Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer
Then I show that I know that I need you
When I show that I know when I need you
I show that I know when I need you
I show that I know when I need you
Then I'll know