Operating Tracks - Front 242

Standing so tall

The ground behind

No trespassers

On every floor

A garden swing

And another door

She makes it clear

That everything is hers

A place of abode

Not far from here

Ms. Van de Veer

All that belongs to

No one sees

Curtains that waver

When evening falls

Enclosed by fences

Smothered by wood

Who stands behind

The shadows of the trees

A place of abode

Not far from here

Ms. Van de Veer

Standing so tall

But no one sees

No trespassers

Whan evening falls

A garden swing

Smothered by wood

She makes it clear

The shadows of the trees