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 man
Now I know I am not
They say "boy you should try to keep your feet down on the ground"
But I swear I can not