Lyrics by Bernd Harmsen smells of decay, and death, and rot are wafting through abandoned streets waste has piled up at the curbs somewhere a kid screams happily around the corner children squat they push marbles into a hole a ragged boy just won the match he grins because he's on a roll beauty to behold stories to be told futures that unfold beauty to behold the town's river's all dried-up its bed is filled up with debris rats climb over heaps of waste they live a life of luxury a vivid red geranium thrives in a broken flower pot reminder of a graceful past that once dignified this spot beauty to behold stories to be told futures that unfold beauty to behold blades of grass break through the pavement a blackbird greets the morning light spring flowers soon will shed their fragrance to reclaim the land outright there are no endings, just beginnings beauty to behold stories to be told futures that unfold beauty to behold
