This is the end of the tracks. Where the fountains. Climb into your eye. Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying. They climb into your eye. Never to dieÂ…. They say the man he used to sail on his journey. And laid a trap so much. The pilgrims for their money. He placed his gold all over this world. And in morning as he looked out over Cairo. He makes his process. And his smoked them in a barrum. He could not die. And we never found out why. This is the end of the tracks. Where the fountains. climb into your eye. Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying. They climb into your eye. Never toÂ…. This is the end of the tracks. Where the fountains. Climb into your eye. Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying. They climb into your eye. Never to dieÂ…. No one's getting older. Everybody's feeling young. Journey's almost over now. There's hope for everyone. This is the end of the tracks. Where the fountains close. [This is the end of time]. This is the end of the tracks. Where the fountains close. [This is the end of our life]. enviado por StanyF