(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful triangle of distortion
Now you seem to forget it so much

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have left us
Are we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what we see inside to what we see inside
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
A beautiful landscape of your nation
Another era is not forthcoming
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have left us
Are we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what you see inside
What you see inside
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow
Say where you're coming from
Say what you have
Are we too tired to try and understand
That nothing is nothing on that we depend
Take my hand together and we will cry
It really makes no difference
To what you see inside to what you see inside
(c) 1996 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.