We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We live in the city of norms
Spoon-fed from the day that we were born
Yet the clown
He promissed a balloon
To get us closer to the moon
When there´s hunger at the door
We start heading for the stars
What we´re looking for we can´t define
Not this time

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders

Walk a line

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We wear this city´s uniform
And even the hungry girls can´t keep our kicks warm
The clown
He sold us a balloon
To get us closer to the moon
One day when boredom hits us hard
We start heading for the stars
What we´re looking for we can´t define
Like it was Maria who was always on our mind

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We´ll get older
We´ll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line