"Eleven days, eleven seconds or eleven ways And different faces for each and every one Living hell, living heaven or somewhere in between Like some TV-dream, like the latest scream And you laugh like this is the last night And you talk like this is the last night And you act like this is the last night of our lives Eleven years, what's the difference? It's the same old fear that keep things rolling, rolling Streets of gold, well, they're somewhere else I know, I know, these streets are only cold But that's easy to forget, when you: When you talk like this is the last night And you act like this is the last night And you laugh like this is the last night of our lives And you drink like this is the last night And you act like this is the last night And you smoke like this is the last night And you fuck like this is the last night And you, and you, and you, and you... Only listen until I lose my smile "