All is a mixture of shit and gold
You see the child and recognize
That people merely come and go
Memories change
But regrets stick around
A feeding frenzy’s come to pass
But I won’t participate
(Bada ba Yaa)
So take my hand
(Bada ba Yaa)
It’ll be alright
(Bada ba Yaa)
You never understand
(No! Bada ba Yaa)
You’re anti-social
I don’t complain
I pull the blinds and seal the light out
Safe darkness again
Realities fade
But our tales stick around
My words, they are an obstacle
To everything I’m trying to say
(Bada ba Yaa)
So take my hand
(Bada ba Yaa)
It’ll be alright
(Bada ba Yaa)
You never understand
(No! Bada ba Yaa)
It’ll be alright
Holding on to all the things we should not hold (Bada ba Yaa)
Holdin’ on to the memories of the dead (Bada ba Yaa)
We should feel the past and how it brought us here
We should leave the past out in the cold
Did you ever really love?
Did you ever really love?
Did you ever really love?
Did you ever really love?