The Art Of Parties
Once I was young
Once I was smart
Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves
The things we said weren't quite so tough
When we were young
Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time
For the art of parties
Under heavy weather
The art of parties
I'm burning...burning
I'm living
I'm living my life
I'm living
This time
The wind blew through my hair
Once I was young
I'd shelter from the sun
Once I was smart
We lived on the strength of our nerves
When we were young
Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time