I was walking around, just a face in the crowd trying to keep myself out of the rain So a baga born king we're start a thrown crown wondering, if I'm my end of the same
There's a man around the corner singing old songs about change Everybody's got their cross, to bear these days
She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams To the hotelroom on that boulevard I guess, she's trying to be James Dean She've seen all burned examples and all the one and peace Noone wants to be themselfes these days Stil there's nothing to hold on to burn these days
These days the stars hang out a breach These days there is a lot of on those peace Oh no no, these days are fast, nothing last in that graceless age There aint nobody left but us, these days
Gingham shoes had bost the gobless legs trying to learn to fly From the second storway window he just should close his eyes His mama said, he was crazy. He said: "Mama, I've got to try" "Don't you know, that all my heroes die?" "And I guess, I'd rather die, than fafafade away."
Yeah, These days the stars hang out a breach, Yeah These days there is a lot of on those peace Oh no no, these days are fast, nothing last in that graceless age Even in a since has come, the midnight trains There aint nobody left but us, these days
I know all to burning So the time take changed These world keeps turning round and round and round and round These days
These days the stars hang out a breach, Yeah These days there is a lot of on those peace Oh no no, these days are fast, nothing last there aint no time to waist There aint nobody left, to take a plain No no no, there aint nobody left but us, these days