Half asleep on a balcony I got my lady in my arms I feel free Empty bottles on the floor, in Italy Mhmmm, they're laying on the ground Like the guys on beach from the after party Modern wave generation In our bags we got eye drop packets Vintage dress, looking like actors Asking for more, not going backwards Ha-ah On the street, searching love and fun We're the generation high, we're on the run So dangerous like a loaded gun Pull the trigger with your fingers, who's the chosen one? Beauty queens but mind suicidal Perfectly shaped but in our heads a psycho The people don't know what's behind the curtains Outside we smile but inside we're hurting Ha-ah