| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We live in the city of norms, | |
| spoon-fed from the day that we were born. | |
| Yet the clown, | |
| he promissed a balloon | |
| to get us closer to the moon. | |
| When there's hunger at the door | |
| we start heading for the stars | |
| What we're looking for we can't define, | |
| not this time. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We wear this city's uniform | |
| and even the hungry girls can't keep our kicks warm. | |
| The clown, | |
| he sold us a balloon | |
| to get us closer to the moon. | |
| One day when boredom hits us hard | |
| we start heading for the stars. | |
| What we're looking for we can't define, | |
| like it was Maria who was always on our mind. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. | |
| We'll get older, | |
| we'll get bored out of our mind. | |
| Get cold shoulders, | |
| walk a line. |