We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
walk a line.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.

We live in the city of norms,
Spoon-fed from the day that we were born.
Yet the clown,
He promissed a balloon
To get us closer to the moon.
When there´s hunger at the door
We start heading for the stars
What we´re looking for we can´t define,
Not this time.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.

We wear this city´s uniform
And even the hungry girls can´t keep our kicks warm.
The clown,
He sold us a balloon
To get us closer to the moon.
One day when boredom hits us hard
We start heading for the stars.
What we´re looking for we can´t define,
Like it was Maria who was always on our mind.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.

We´ll get older,
We´ll get bored out of our mind.
Get cold shoulders,
Walk a line.