Private world  Moving fast  I see your face in the distant past  Time passes slowly  Time passes slowly  Time passes slowly  Echoes of an empty room  Assassin at the window below  The concrete jungle sleeps at night  Story ends  Leave him alone  Calling  Calling your name  All that you say goes in vain  I would like to find you  On a voyage  That could find itself true  Centre of a scene  Where a man lies dying in the sun  The concrete jungle sleeps at night  Story ends  Can't leave him alone  Calling  Calling your name  All that you say goes in vain  I would like to find you  On a voyage  That could find itself true  Private world  Moving fast  I see your face in the distant past  Time passes slowly  Time passes slowly  Time passes slowly