I look out to stop his fall Beside the ghost of the voice below I still watch my back to stay alive I try to get across with their eyes Boundaries of my mind, I'm wipin' out Besides him, an army is coming down I still see him at the same crossroad Seems somebody brings back the rope He looks behind his back to stay alone My pillbox is full of hopes My brain seems full of loves Inside me, an army is falling down I WAS BORN ON A FRIDAY NIGHT STILL SO CLOSE TO THEN I AM BURNING IN A SUMMER LIGHT MY DREAMS ARE WASTING AWAY