Well, didn't you look sharp with your boots When you met me on the path? Oh From two tone to downtown beirut But only halfway back Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf Turned prisons into prisms on the self
And what do they know About the springtime of me and you, ooh Born in the midst of The long hot summer we lived through, ooh Did they see you run for every rhyme? Did we run for running out of time?
When even heroes have to die No one lives forever, love No one's wise to try Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh
And adding our own wisdom to the shelf Stealing bits of paper, we had health But working away Did we miss the passing of the time? Oh In your own flame you can wither Through your passions still outshine, oh
Did you read the writing on the wall Prophesying a doom upon us all Oh, oh That even heroes have to die No one lives forever, love No one's wise to try
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh But hidden in the writing on the wall Many are the beauties of the fall