Sunny day, and I can't hear them call
Will they ever come back home
On my way to watch and catch them all
The most precious things I can't control
Nights and days, ready to be born
I paint their silhouettes
The melody of my favorite teenage song
I heard a thousand times and can't forget
Searching all around the world
I was gone for a long time
I have seen them rise and fall
Between whiskey and wine
Burning like gasoline, sounding like a violin
I was never too late
Summer day, whispers in my ear
The old stories 'bout the man
Who would sit and sway
Make histrory with faith
From theit cradle to their grave
What a blast to feel your head explode
What a sound, a new idea was born
Without them we would be empty and alone
Searching all around the world
I was gone for a long time
I have seen them rise and fall
Between whiskey and wine
Burning like gasoline, sounding like a violin
I was never too late