Alphaville

When you feel so far away though youre close to everything
And the feeling of estrangements creeping up on spiders legs
Even in these days of wonder, even in the age of faith
There are some who goin under
There are some who never got it made
So you passed so many years in a labyrinth of traces
Running round and round they led to no one but yourself
Here comes the eternal stranger
He who has fallen from grace to the iron grounds
And Im tolling my bell just to let you know