Is nothing sacred anymore?
Oh I'm just bordered on delusion time and again
That house with four walls, it falls
Must have been built on foundations of sand
And the people they sing, God save the king
Their voices are lost, carried by the wind
These people so wronged, are spoken to in song
So slowly they age, so slowly times change
And as the children gather round
Information boxes, they run through their brain
Time and again
That town on the road has replaced all that it once owned
Because it must have been built on foundations of sand
And the people they sing, God save the king
Their voices are lost, carried by the wind
These people so wronged, are spoken to in song
So slowly they age
I look around and there's nothing familiar
Our minds border between faith and delusion
Are they children anymore? They've lost their minds in confusion
Am I real, is it true? I don't know
Because it's all an illusion
And the people they sing, God save the king
Their voices are lost, carried by the wind
These people so wronged, are spoken to in song
So slowly they age
And the people they sing, God save the king
Their voices are lost, carried by the wind
These people so wronged, are spoken to in song
So slowly they age
And so slowly times change