Who can ever find a way to live these days?

I was born with a belief


Wrong time, wrong place

When I've always loved the things that have aged with grace

Then they tear it down to bits

Gone to waste

Someone showed me once before

An old house on a hill

Took me there when I was small

In my mind I can see it still



All things new have got no soul

An old house is gone

A new one's been born

I went by that day and it was gone



Maybe I could learn to live with a cold front

A cold face

Take my time to learn the ropes

Keep up with our modern ways

Suit myself up like the rest

Talk down, talk race

Then I'll learn to care much less

Fuck old



Build a new place

Someone told me once before

If you worked less

You could think more

You could change the world in time

If you'd realize what life is for



All things new have got no soul

All things new will change

Every year's the same

Never-ending game

All things old are gone

Just an old song in the air remains unchanged.

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