Already dead
Do you remember the two golden weeks when we spent each day and night together, sharing all our dreams and thoughts, smoking our first cigarettes, hanging round in baggy pants, climbing onto roofs, staying out till late.
Walking with no aim, walking on and on, so sure that nothing would tear us apart. Talking all night long, talking on and on, talking till break of dawn.
Do you remember the three golden years when we had our own first band, sharing all our dreams and all our thoughts. Of course the world was never perfect but at least we knew that there were always you and me, always you and me.
Walking with no aim walking on and on, ...
Will you forget? I won't forget!
Walking with no aim, walking on and on, ...
