All the roses and all your ideas
All your desolation and coloured tears
All your papers are picking up dust again
♪
All the dreams you made at high tide
On the cold ocean of sweat you had
Your five fingers are picking up dust again
♪
So call me buddy
But don't call me friend
So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And In the blink of a solid action
And I'm falling through the floors again
♪
All your demons and solid ideas
All your intuition, your ill-placed fears
All your papers are picking up dust again
♪
On the beach side, or in your hotel
Are you at the station with your tombstone bell
Are you missing, or picking up dust again
♪
So call me buddy
But don't call me friend
So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And In the blink of a solid action
And I'm falling through the floors again
And it's a show
A solid action
I'm fading through light again
And I can rush to the top of solid action
And it's killing my heart again
♪
So call me buddy
But don't call me friend
So you can shoot to the top in solid action
I'm picking up stars again
And In the blink of a solid action
And I'm falling through the floors again
And it's a show
A solid action
I'm fading through light again
And I can rush to the top of solid action
And it's killing my heart again
♪
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?
Do you feel let down?