歌词
Pictures out within are growing shorter,
Are getting so hazy,
Losing the place with time.
Are pictures of Cindy so distorted, so unreachable,
But have I seen the art of things to come?
These rooms they are filled with things that don't mean anything,
There are sculptures of people that i've never seen
Just one more picture, i need to live one more,
But nobody is ready for art of things to come...