Forget the movie song,
all happiness among,
one that brings all memories to life,
you didn't need to stab my back with a knife.
Did you remember the blue moon srenade?
Oh, you didnt hear it because of fireworks grenade,
that blow our heads of shoulders,
when we attempted to cross the borders.
Glass pearls fall down,
they intersperse all over the oblivion town,
where childhood was left behind,
in a hole of a problem land.
How can i take a stand,
for something that couldn't be found?
We lost sanity and delight,
this will be our last flight.
