The beauty is endless
Passes us by
Immodest and merciless
The drunk and ugly on the inside
Goes off without a warning
We kill ourselves
But we can never die
The famous anonymous
Are streaming by and selling high
Volatile and yearning
Goes off without a warning
We people will have nothing
Hit by our own boomerang
This cannot be the place we really want to be
Nostalgia's only child
This vanity, these pictures we can't hang
This boomerang
Volatile and yearning...