Tell me where am I suppose to go   If everytime I dare to dream    or dare to fly   I'm always digging bloody   daggers in my spine   I'll bury you alive      Cause...   Everytime I contemplate   The art of love   We're armed with guns   I'm left stunned with a new start   Young lovers they only fall apart      Tell me how am I suppose to feel   If I know we will only leave this behind   Just because the winds they'll turn   And steal his eyes   We're all just passing by...      This concludes now      Cause...   Everytime I think about these times   They'll change dreams rearranged to   Suit the view we got ahead   Young lovers they dream instead