text: Danger
  I’ve been told to expect it
  I begin my descent
  Down the cold granite steps
  And who could have turned among those I confide in?
  I think that I know what I haven’t known yet
  ‘Cause a week is a month
  And an hour a day
  When your reaching just pushes it further away
  With your past and your future precisely divided
  Am I at that moment? I haven’t decided
  And stretching out into the sea… Aquitana
  Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
  You gave it to me but I really don’t want it
  I came out on top by the luck of the draw
  ‘Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
  When your reaching just pushes it further away
  And what’s the return on the faith I’ve provided?
  I think that I know now but I haven’t decided