Here's a true story Said someone to me yesterday Said he'd heard it in a taxi Must have had him at my mercy Drown that poor thing Put it out of its misery Condemn it to its future Deny its history Deny its history So where are we going? We're not ready for drowning So where are we going? We're not ready for drowning Look through my Venetian blinds Dusting the past off my mind Seeing orange everywhere I'd go to Patagonia But it's harder there I'll do anything to prove I care Fascinated by good Destroyed by evil What is there to believe in? So where are we going? We're not ready for drowning So where are we going? We're not ready for drowning So where are we going? We're not ready for drowning So where are we going? We're not waving, we're drowning