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?