We'll correct collegiate mistakes
A shower of formal ideals
Completely soused the hearts on our sleeves
As they drowned we could hear them screaming
"Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days"

I attempt to talk up the town
"The answers are in the arches of the 20th century towers
And in comfortable cars in motion"
And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain
"You're just like the rest, your restlessness makes you lazy"

Keeping busy is just wasting timе
And I've wasted what little hе gave me

All around
I know the conscious choice was crystal clear
To clean the slate of former years
When I sung softly in your ears
And tied these arms around you