| All the miles of glory really nothing to me | |
| It's all our love here, we are invisible again | |
| Imagine how it goes, | |
| I believe in sweet surrender | |
| And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever | |
| No, I won't ever ask for your surrender | |
| No religion and choruses again | |
| But it won't leave me desolate and angry | |
| Are there no poets in politics again | |
| See the window upon the free world closing slowly | |
| And poor men crawl upon your bony knees again | |
| Imagine how it goes, | |
| I believe in sweet surrender | |
| And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever | |
| No I won't ever ask for your surrender | |
| Holy roller and passion played again | |
| On this day that | |
| I don't care to remember | |
| No religion and choruses again | |
| Imagine how it goes, | |
| I believe in sweet surrender | |
| I feel lost as a dying rose in embers | |
| No religion and choruses again | |
| No, I won't ever ask for your surrender | |
| Are there no poets in politics again | |
| No I won't ever ask for your surrender | |
| Holy roller and passion played again | |
| On this day that | |
| I don't care to remember |