I always wanted to become a good good boy Now I know I am not They say « Boy you're living on the moon » But I swear I am not
If I could I surely would take a plane And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights
I always wanted to become a real real man Now I know I know I know I am not The say « Boy you should try to keep your feet down on the ground » But I swear I can not
If I could I surely would take a plane And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights
I always wanted to become a good good boy Now I know I am not
