Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it?
It's all that we have the USA is utterly breed,
No one is willing to share it
Why can't we see as fortunes can see?
Living as legends have lived.
Bang in this manner, he cooks all the time
Knowing that nothing is left for me to hide
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad
It's not that it's death
It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time, singing along with your teen love crying
Children with kids, and people with parents
Any which way there's no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them burns
We'll reveal enchanting persons
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad
It's not that it's death
It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent
When it's a wreck, and babies in love
Half of its misunderstanding love
Worry of one you're winning again
With themselves and with any your friends
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad
It's not that it's death
It's just on the tip of your tongue, and it's so silent