The oldest man in the world passes in front of my head
A 12 years old boy has a nervous breakdown
All the dogs are eating bones in the middle of the street
A girl sits beside screaming: What do they want from me?
What are they trying to tell me?
Is there a message between the lines?
Or am I just losing touch?
There’s a boy on a wheelchair wondering why can’t he walk like me
A child is born on the other side of the street
All the boys are getting high playing their dangerous games
There’s signs on the wall they’re saying: What do they want from me?
What are they trying to tell me?
Is there a message between the lines?
Or am I just losing touch?
Because we’re running (running) running out of time
And we are burning, burning until the ache get to our bones
And we’ll never see the end
Because we’ll never get there
We’ll never know when the last dream comes
But at least we have some stories to tell
What are they trying to tell me?
Is there a message between the lines?
Or am I just losing touch
Because we’re running (running) running out of time
And we are burning, burning until the ache get to our bones
And we’ll never see the end
Because we’ll never get there
We’ll never know when the last dream comes
But at least we have some stories to tell
