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 our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it


Why can´t we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die


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 you´re so silent


Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there´s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...


When it´s a rut and baby´s no luck
Half of it´s misunderstanding love
The war we have won we´re winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...