These days are fast, they seem like glass
They rushing in and then they pass
They have no value anymore
They seem like clones or metaphors
And honesty is what we hate
It's what we're trying to escape from
I wash my hands a million times
Like Pilate when he did his crimes
When we are young we're wild and free
When we get old we're history
I struggled hard to fit the mold
I hope I die before you're old
It doesn't matter what we gain
When all our does or dies are in vain
And when the music fades away
Our memories just go astray
Just see me through
And please believe me what I'm telling you
(and when the music fades away)
Don't bring me down
I'm standing naked here in front of you
(your memories just go astray)
Just come on here
What do you think that I can do for you
I might have lied so many times before
But this time I'll be true...