I was fighting off the blackness

The emptiness the slackness

Of being somebody

The varnish the tarnish

Of silver spoons and harness

Of somebody

It was getting to the point

Where I could take the roads that goals succeed

It was getting to the point

When suddenly there

Here I read it

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now my friends

I am looking for a calmness

Which comes from being harmless

And having no worries

Once silver spoons and thick balloons

Spotless maids and dining rooms

All in a hurry

It was getting to the point

Where I could take the roads that goals succeed

It was getting to the point

When suddenly there

Here I read it

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now

Whooh here and now my friends

Whooh here and now