O it's madtime bedtime and full of possibilities All the birthdays come at once Been swamped by vaudeville? Can't defeat your innocence Though it's good for only little tears from Kitten I'm slow with small talk, we used to get on famously Now there's nothing to perfect Got sold on big talk it just doesn't matter anymore It's cold, you'd better come on inside So you get restless don't it get the same for everyone? Convinced by only one time in their lives And been full of gifts - you have no one to give them to When all the birthdays come at once. Keep your distance the game's not worth the candle of confusing Vanity with power You say I seem so distant lost all sense of consequences But I try to keep this world alight Vanished days only mean so much by vanishing All the birthdays are best forgotten So I shrug my shoulders and slip into another tongue Knowing nothing can be perfect Took that curse - there's nothing left could do us any harm Spare me the rituals of sorrow