Youth

(альбом: Travelogue - 1994)

I'm on the roof of the house of ages
After you, breaking bars in the cages
Doom brought me here in a rolling chair
Under wheels it died but I will not forget, youth

In golden days I was free to be roaming
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning
Tear down iron walls, cut the reigning balls
Under wheels it died and I will not forget youth

In golden day I was free to be roaming, roaming, roaming
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning, moaning, moaning
From my window I can see people staring right at me
From my window I can see rebels fighting in the streets...

In golden day I was free to be roaming, roaming, roaming
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning, moaning, moaning
And I wanna be there