I stop and I think about
The life I could live without
Watching another, follow the other
Blind faith, that’s the way it is
These days how did it come to this
Born in the eighties made me crazy
I was barely born but I have learned to feel alive
I must be out of my mind
To act this way
I tell them all of the time
That I’m okay
But when you see me next
One thing you can expect
I guarantee that I’ll be
Out of my mind.
I stop and I think about
The life I could live without
Hearing soft lies
Said with kind eyes
Blind faith that’s the way it is
How did we ever come to this?
Born in the eighties made us crazy
Consider the trouble of the double decade kind.
Staring out the window only just to see
It’s not enough for me, It’s not enough for me
All the faces only make me want to say
Make me want to say
I think I’ve lost my way