The sun that's shining through the shattered window. Is breaking into colours in the car. Through the heat the dust blows round the pueblo. The sounds of people drift in from afar. Can we really lose everything. On a matter of pride?. Is this really the end of our love?. How am I to decide?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?. Another village rises in the distance. To mark the passage to the journey's end. The droning of the engine is existence. It's too far for the mind to comprehend. Can we really lose everything. On a matter of pride?. Is this really the end of our love?. How am I to decide?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?. Are you ever coming back?.