| Here we go again |
| Time to tell all your friends |
| You’ve really gotta buy it |
| Back broken on trend |
| I know I shouldn’t |
| But I really wanna cry about it |
| The painting’s good for hours |
| Til little fireflies |
| Come and devour it |
| And all day curtains drawn |
| Mean Young Men at dawn |
| I wanna laugh about it |
| But I just can’t laugh about it, about it… |
| And there’s a wolf inside this world he drills |
| With his teeth sunk in afternoon’s quilts |
| But this isn’t new to him |
| So tell him that you wanted to go |
| In my heart and soul I know we can’t be wrong |
| But when it looks like fascism |
| You wanna give up and get sick of the world |
| So I told him that I wanted to go, |
| Said «in this skin we’re not comfortable, no» |
| And in my heart and soul I know |
| We can’t be wrong |
| We can’t be wrong |
| Here we go again |
| Time to tell all your friends |
| You’ve really gotta buy it |
| And all day curtains drawn |
| Mean Young Men at dawn |
| I wanna laugh about it |
| But I just can’t laugh about it, about it… |
| And there’s a wolf inside this world he drills |
| With his teeth sunk in afternoon’s quilts |
| So if you’re thinking 'bout Love, |
| And where it went |
| Try thinking 'bout Time |
| And how much we’ve got left |
| And how we used to sing… |