The bussier we are
the faster time passes.
Where better than a bar
to fill our glasses?

My eyes meet yours,
between the  masses,
and within the drunk choirs
your smile, my heart crashes.

Got you name, got number,
and from your lips a kiss I borrow.
And then I wonder...
Will you answer the phone tomorrow?

Darkness, madness, fiery ligth
in the depths of my eye.
In the dark pits of my mind,
resides one desire I can't satisfy.

At last the storm does start.
No more this fire I can confine,
violently taking over my heart.
I hear one whisper that isn't mine.

Voices that talk from behind,
the silence gets broken.
My unconsccious mind
at last let's the doors open.

Hey little soldier sing me a song
a melody to help me move on.
Sit down Sir and and dance along,
wind blows harder for those who howl.

Hey Mister, don't be so sad,
because soon we'll see my loved ones.
This world made of dirt breaks us all,
even the one who holds the hammer one day will fall.

You see, for some time I've been around,
I know how all things turn out.
Then is this the end of the countdown?
I still don't know what any of this was about.

I'll gladly tell you the one meaning of this world
if it can help your mind get eased,
it's the one you choose to live this life for*.
Then the soldier might have smiled pleased.