You say it's over between us, your love isn't enough anymore
I say I saw that coming, I'm sorry, best wishes
Five years ago, I would have died a thousand deaths from such a revelation
And today, that means no more to me than if I'd lost the lottery
Now, when I stand before a performance and there are a thousand people in the hall1
My hands don't sweat anymore and I've got nerves of steel
No quivering and quaking anymore, no fear and no floating away anymore
And somehow, I can't get over how it's not like it used to be
And I grow cold and ever colder
I grow hard-nosed2 and older
But I don't want that, and now I have to clear that up
I want to laugh, dance, sing, and move
Fear and pain should choke me again
And I want to feel the love from head to toe
On TV, the politicians say how hard it is to govern us
Then you see how in Ethiopia, kids are dropping like flies
I do feel a very faint shock, but with a beer in hand
I think: What could I do for the problems of such a foreign place?
And I grow cold and ever colder
I grow hard-nosed and older
But I don't want that, and now I have to clear that up
I want to laugh, dance, sing, and move
Fear and pain should choke me again
And I want to feel the love from head to toe
The boss at the Kremlin smokes a Camel and drinks a Coca-Cola, too
The cowboy in America loves Soviet Champagne3 and eats caviar
But we know that when they fight, one of them will push the button4
And the bombs will surely fall on our heads without warning
And I grow cold and ever colder
I grow hard-nosed and older
But I don't want that, and now I have to clear that up
I want to laugh, dance, sing, and move
Fear and pain should choke me again
And I want to feel the love from head to toe
1. i.e. concert hall, venue2. i.e. stubborn3. lit. "Crimean champagne", a generic brand of sparking wine originally made in the Soviet Union, still produced today under the same name4. A reference to the button used to launch nuclear missiles