I'm walking down the sidewalks of the same old city
This is the place where I can't find myself so what a pity


I phone you first as an exception to the rule ma baby
So let's go have a smoke and talk about the lifetime maybe
As it goes


Uo-o-oh
I sold my youth on friday night to Britain

Uo-o-oh
I still don't care if all we do was written
Uo-o-oh

It's not where I belong with skeptic faces
Uo-o-oh
I really do without your phrases



The clouds are squeezed dry but the rain lasts like it doesn't matter

You still believe in weather forecasts but umbrella's better
I'm gonna waste a bunch of time between the candid fellows
I'm sick and tired of my existence face to face with jealous


Sincerely yours
My mother my stepmother

Please open the doors