"That one will never grow up"
They were so worried about me here
Full bag, empty wallet
Nothing on the horizon
All the time by this gray block
Hands in pockets with holes
It was easy to spin a tale
Saying that nothing changes
I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold
The rest is history
Everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold, gold, gold
The world goes round without us
But we didn't want to believe it
Over our heads a glass ceiling
Somebody had to break it at last
We were tilting half-empty glasses
At the tables
All the time in the hall of mirrors
Till we exploded from the inside
I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold
The rest is history
Everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold, gold, gold
I'm giving you my word, everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold
The rest is history
Everything happened for some reason
The things that lose their colour
We'll turn into gold, gold, gold