You want to know why I hate you?. Well I'll try and explain.... . You remember that day in Paris. When we wandered through the rain. And promised to each other.
Spit out the shout of a warning. Death is an honour with doubts. So you live in the end. And you mistrust the start. Because you don't think it counts.
Olay olay, olay olay. Olay olay, olay olay. Feeling hot hot hot. Feeling hot hot hot. Feeling hot hot hot. Feeling hot hot hot. . My mind's on fire. Soul's on fire.
Six hours behind, the changes of time. Ten thousand miles from home. I'm so far away, so long it seems like. This road is all I know. When I was young I dreamed of adventure.