What am I gonna do when they come barging in? Sometimes there's nothing in the world Worse than remembering everything And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves And I wait for them fixing my eyes And recalling nearly everything glorious Back in the days When we were kings And they kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty? I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds I am the guy and nearly made it but no one here remembers it And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves And I wait for the moment The hour The minute The pastor that tells of the golden days When we were kings But they kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty? And they kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty? They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us And they kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty? But they kept changing us Used to being so young They just kept changing us Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty? They just kept changing us They just kept changing us They just kept changing us They just kept changing us They just kept changing us They just kept changing us