Next Bored Generation

We want the deep, We want the high, In every second of the life We choose the best, just right now, that's the way we've learned so far Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Sometimes it feels like sand running through your fingers, Following the tic tac of the clock And demons shaking your heart on the beat beat of you Highly pressured blood And a glass of full bodied wine is suddenly Blurring the horizon Making your strong ideals Fall apart... Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Cry, cry, cry, Sometimes silence is stronger than words Oh oh, fly, fly, fly, To the infinite depth of the world Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin And the innocent look of a new born boy Ignoring the next bored generation And the innocent look of a new born boy Ignoring the next bored generation And the innocent look of a new born boy Ignoring the next bored generation And the innocent look of a new born boy Ignoring the next bored generation Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin Singing on the top of the Gherkin, Puzzling the world with heavy words Flirting with dirt, Smelling your best friend's skin