Smokeless days of a past Which is just a blurry shape in my mind, a blurry shape in my nights It's too late, really late when we grow We get lost in the mirror of a perfect life, perfect lie You give me some more love, you give me some more lies It's by walking that this street gets under your skin Don't want your love, don't want your lies I prefer to walk alone, don't you see you are getting old
