With many ate bread ovens
For many years I look at the world
Sometimes in the morning hurt Head
They said climate change

Sometimes We had a great reception
Feta side proletariatu
Sometimes the journey in the best of cars
Grey county roads more often

But it's already been and will not be back for more
And though it seemed to be happening behind the front
Still pulls stupid heart

But that was, disappeared somewhere behind us
Although the papers are truly arrived years
Still we are the same

On the shelf record collection
And full of newspaper interviews
Beyond the windows of another dawn
I breath in children's bedrooms

They fly all the way to the stars
Over the blue ocean of the sky
But for some time
Will be free to sing

But it's already been and will not be back for more
And though it seemed to be happening behind the front
Still pulls stupid heart

But that was, disappeared somewhere behind us
Although the papers are truly arrived years
Still we are the same