Из альбома: Sevenhundred Sundays
Dromies, smiling face's saying you don't understand
Creapy eyes telling lies so surprised we're not supposed to care
When it all comes down, we are on our own
We're not to young we're the future of this world and we've waited for to long
Come on speak up we are the ones to shows,
Come on speak up now!
Reast in fact we're the Golden Youth
Come on speak up now,
Same old song once again, is there anybody else who's bored
Such a sight for your eyes when the lies are reviled as empty promises
When it all comes down,
Come on speak up
They tell us we dont listen, they tell us we dont care
But what chance do we get