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…