Kings

What am I gonna do when they come barging in? Sometimes there's nothing in the world Worse than remembering everything And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves And I wait for them fixing my eyes Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days When we were kings They kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps? I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds I am the guy and nearly made it But no one here remembers it And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves And I wait for them fixing my eyes Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days When we were kings They kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps? They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us And I put my makeup on And I tighten my boxing gloves And I dream of the hour, the moment The pasts, the golden days When we were kings They kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?