I want to stay up all night and pound the streets.
Nothing is solid in life but the concrete
under my feet
I want to sit on a beach and watch the sun
rise over the sea. When all's said and done
I'll still be free
When life is filled with colour
how can people see in black and white?
Should I fight? I think might
just so that I can feel alive
How can I feel malcontent when I've been told
we've never had it so good; the future's gold.
Fuck what I'm told
I don't want to reaffirm all my choices
continually for all of my life but
I'm cursed to be free
And that's the way it has to be