Tincry is a commune in the Moselle department in Alsace-Champagne-Ardenne-Lorraine in north-eastern France.
There's a hole in my life
and I don't know the right way to close it
things I believed in have all crumbled one by one
might makin' right, cries in the night
but we chose it
I've been decieved and I will
wait here till they come
they will come
and the right hand knows
where the left one goes
the hammer comes down -
nobody knows
please take a number, get in line
I heard it on the radio
I heard it on the wind you know
hurricane about to blow
over and over again
Heard it on the radio
knew it in my heart you know
saw it on a tv show
saw it all fall apart
I remember a time when they
drew me a line and I crossed it
you left me hanging
you ran for higher ground
it was yours it was mine
it was pure it was fine
and we lost it
or was it only that we never
looked around - look around
and the right hand knows
where the left one goes
the hammer comes down -
nobody knows
please take a number, get in line
I heard it on the radio
I heard it on the wind you know
hurricane about to blow
over and over again
Heard it on the radio
knew it in my heart you know
saw it on a tv show
saw it all fall apart
Is this all just illusion?
Is this all just a dream?
Do you want fission or fusion
or do you want to talk to me
talk to me, talk to me, baby talk to me -
or do you want to scream?