Apartment in New York, London and Paris

Where will we rest, were all living on top of it

Its all that we have the USA is our daily bread

And no one is willing to share it



Why cant we see our fortunancy

Living as legends have lived.

Bane and dismannered

We coax all the time

Knowing that nothing is left when we die



Come along Fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

Its not that its badits not that its death

Its just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent



Wanting to live and laugh all the time

Sitting alone with you tea and your crime

Children with kids, and people with parents

Anywhich way theres no past and no presence

When the day comes and all of them bums

Will reveal enchanting persons

Come along...



When it's a rut and baby's no luck

Half of it's misunderstanding love

The war we have won we're winning again

Within ourselves and within our friends

Come along...