Hey brother, this world is a playground. Where naughty children steal the other ones toys. Filthy faces digging in the dirt. Grey trenchcoates offer sweets to the boys.
Well, it took years to climb that hill. And now we look up to the mountains. As high as you might climb there still. Something we should not forget. .
So let the rain fall on me. If it's gotta be today it's o.k.. And let the fire burn my ass. If it's gotta be today it's o.k.. . Cause we've got no illusions.
Its ok for today. Lets meet again tomorrow. But for now. I guess Ive had enough. Call me up and then. Well talk about the sorrow. From the distance. The things are half as tough.
In your room, there's a bed in the corner. In your room, there's a view over the town. In your room, your typewriter's telling stories. In your room, there are you waiting for me.