Being young and miles away from death
Toasting to the movie scene
And it’s like a hole was punched in the dream
And my friends are just ladies who scream
At the first sign of trouble
Can I burst your pretty bubble
Coz it’s intruding on my space
And it’s a groan seeing your face
Coz you just wrote me off
Now I write it down and all is lost
As I find myself
And I gotta say it’s the best kind of wealth
To know what you are
Old Kings burning a celestial star