There are places we must go to To bring these hollow words on back from You must cross the muddy river Where love turns to, love turns to fear They say you don't look There's only one way On back from, on back from here They say you don't look 'Cause it'll disappear And our eyes they keep on straining As if to see what lies behind 'em Through the shells of empty buildings And great columns of glass They say you don't look They say you don't look 'Cause it'll drive you mad And if it drives you mad Drives you mad It'll probably pass And if it drives you mad And if it drives you mad It'll probably pass And if it drives you mad If it drives you mad It'll probably pass