She told me that She did not trust at all The ones who did not age And that at that She knew she must not fall Until the final page I only dreamed Of falling down the night 'Til I encountered you And all my dreams Are upside down, we fight And after fighting, screw I trust the ones who do not age I do not trust the ones who wait And understand the ones who do But do not do until too late I think That I would rather recollect A life misspent on fragile things Than spent avoiding moral debt She wished me well And walked away, she saw The writing on the wall That nobody was there at all ♪ Oh yeah, the parade I used to always march in that parade Yeah, dude, in the, in the blue shirts and the white shorts And the do-do-do, do-do-do-do...