My Tunnels are Long and Dark These Days (Live at the Acropolis Odeon of Herodes Atticus)

You, my friend

Have nothing to fear, my friend

You have nothing to fear, my friend

Except for love

We are moles, my friend

We are just moles, my friend

Blind against the dark

That's where we belong

The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light

But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?

Forget them, friend

You're better here, my friend

Where the tunnels never end

To love is to pretend

Don't try to love yourself again

That is the worst kind of pain

We're not those kinds of freaks, amen!

We're a different sort of breed of men

Up there, they're drinking down the day

They mix it with their Chardonnay

They try to keep the dark at bay

Down here the darkness stays

The hungry crocodiles are dancing in the light

But what's up there besides the darkness of the night?