Our Free Souls

We are green youngsters hoping on our bikes
Attracted by the city of jaded anonym minds in the metro
Grabbing hands in the dust
Love is worn out
Bloody cold eyes afraid to trust
Mhhh, that felt so good
Mhhh, that satisfies
Mhh, I want it more
Mhhh, big city lights
Our free souls get stoned by the light
Are slaves and only see black and white
Our free souls got stoned by the light
Are we free fools caught in a cage not meant to fight?
We were street buskers caught up in our minds
Neglected by the ones who were too cool to fight
On the railway stumbling down to the gloom
Love was worn out
Sweet drams not allowed to bloom