Apartment in New York, London and Paris
   Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it?
   It’s all that we have the USA is utterly breed,
   No one is willing to share it
  
   Why can’t we see as fortunes can see?
   Living as legends have lived.
   Bang in this manner, he cooks all the time
   Knowing that nothing is left for me to hide
  
   Come along Fool
   A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
   It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
   It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and it’s so silent
  
   Wanting to live and laugh all the time, singing along with your teen love crying
   Children with kids, and people with parents
   Any which way there’s no past and no presence
   When the day comes and all of them burns
   We’ll reveal enchanting persons
  
   When it’s a wreck, and babies in love
   Half of its misunderstanding love
   Worry of one you’re winning again
   With themselves and with any your friends