As it makes your fire burn and makes it dead As it comes and it comes again Toys in your room and dreams under bed they're fighting each other But together against you Now from time to time you ask yourself What is all about? Dress on your skin thoughts on your mind Don't swear you didn't want it to do I know it's some kind of you Someway somehow you'll try again I hope you'll have more luck I'll help you fight against those toys And dreams under bed I am on the road and have no will to come back Those smiles are sent to you are not fake There's nothing to worry about today