Where are you now? Where are you now? Are you coming back to us? Are you online? Are you contactable, again? Where the blue lights? Where the red-dressed puppet? Dancing on a string? Balalaikas and singing The tenement blocks come crashing down With headphones on, you won't hear that much There's nothing fake on earth The strings attached to all of us There's nothing in the end, only dust So turn the music up I'm hitting the hard stuff Flew to Belgrade Stayed in a hotel, sinking Went to museums Tobacco and mid-week grave diggers The tenement blocks came crashing down With headphones on, you won't hear that much There's nothing fake on earth The strings attached to all of us There is nothing in the end, only dust When you pull the lever down I'll be hitting the hard stuff