Stars might be nothing but used light Shedding a past time upon your face And dreams seem like merely a smokescreen A vain compensation your mind displays This life writes no I.O.U.'s Let's put every moment left to use You are dogmatic but don't change Every backstreet here knows your name It's easy to feel like they owe you Something divine or just to cling to This life writes no I.O.U.'s Let's put every moment left to use Head against your chest Every beat resounds you're dispossessed And it's implied What a wistfulness you hold inside