When we were talking about history We meant the history of the winner When we were talking about history We meant the story of mankind And then one afternoon in May Brought the heat and the silence Structures and terms dissolved And everything stopped making sense It started out so nice A great constellation Just sit back and watch the world turn On the big vacation See the power of the image And the power of the word See the complexity of systems And the sorrow in the world In the city of last things There's nothing left to say The things that are standing in my way Pretend to be my second nature And you – well you just like to talk I think I'm going for a walk Cause walking is still honest And that's us A wild combination Jumping through the mirror Into the big vacation Are the limits of my language The limits of my world? The hard brilliance of surface The promise of the real And that's us A great constellation Just sit back and watch the world turn On the big vacation Yeah that's us A wild combination Jumping through the mirror Into the big vacation