1997

Two more years of blasts, you can count on this

Ten more years we’ll last

The golden days have returned

In the place where we come from

Will you take me home?

We’ll disappear into a long, long night

And ride into the moon

 

They dressed like they were ready

All the city lights will guide you home

This place - Always

Back home - Always

Two more years of blasts, you can count on this

Ten more years we’ll last

The Golden days have returned

Like those teenage years

Come and disappear

And we sing our lies

Like those teenage years

Filled with hope and tears

And we sing our lies

Lying down

They dressed like they were ready

All the city lights will guide you home

They say that like the rhythm marks the tone and notes

So you’re guiding me…