I guess it’s about time that I leave it all behind And just realize that those pictures of our youth That I keep in mind are just some faded souvenirs of our past, passed times. I never quit asking questions and I still challenge everything. And even if I look different now, punk’s still so much more to me Than a faded band shirt or some tattoos on our sleeves. And even at the risk of sounding ridiculous. I’ve always had this tiny spark of hope That we could change the world, That we could change our world.
I still think about you so much!
On the white shores in Denmark this world is a different place And for watching sunsets in St. Petersburg, You should bring more than one day, And find a nice rooftop and just drink the night away.
No I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, no I don’t know! What am I doing here? What’s this all for? Where I am going? Where I’ll be tomorrow? And I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, no I don’t care! What I am doing here, what's this all for, where I am going, and where I’ll be tomorrow. I'm just glad, I can be here today.