Nothing on smoke today Nothing dies on the wing Wing´s been losing time An anarchy born in pain Pain that comes and goes
It goes against all you see You see I got Gables eyes And Eisenhower blames the poor The poor huddled on the curb Gotta get back in shape
We´re backing up a major plan We´re treading on ???? lights We´re walking under golden sun We´re living in a Planet of Dreams We´re living in a Planet of Dreams We´re living in a Planet of Dreams We´re living in a Planet of Dreams We´re living in a Planet of Dreams We´re living in a Planet