There are hidden cars, but badly hidden
And you see them swing to the rhythm of who is in there
In order to console
Enjoying on the horn
between ghosts of Elvis thera are clouds in some rooms
And fewer umbrellas than you think.
Do you know what has in the head the magician Walter?
When he succeeds in the trick he doesn't think of anything more
And the kids are around
Sure some are in the arcade
And the smell of ditches probably is recognized by a few.
And you feel the veins
Full of what you are
And you stick to the life you have
Light, in the best outfit,
Without forward or back, without destination.
Light, in the best outfit,
In the head a bit of sun and a song in your mouth
Where will pass the band, with his sound out of fashion
With his sound one day a little heavy
One day however too light?
While Key is damned because his vein screams
you think you're lucky
and you miss that by a whisker
And you see a girl who is in your same round
And you feel the right to feel light
There's someone screaming for a bachelor party
For a shot of life with a slut rented.
And you feel the veins
Full of what you are
And you stick to the life you have
Light, in the best outfit,
Without forward or back, without destination.
Light, in the best outfit,
In the head a bit of sun and a song in your mouth