What am I gonna do when they come barging in?
Sometimes there's nothing in the world
Worse than remembering everything
And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for them fixing my eyes
And recalling nearly everything glorious
Back in the days
When we were kings
And they kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty?
I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds
I am the guy and nearly made it but no one here remembers it
And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for the moment
The hour
The minute
The pastor that tells of the golden days
When we were kings
But they kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty?
And they kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty?
They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us
They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us
They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us
They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us
And they kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty?
But they kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than some honesty?
They just kept changing us
They just kept changing us
They just kept changing us
They just kept changing us
They just kept changing us
They just kept changing us