Look at your young faces  They're growing older with each moment  Harder and less beautiful  With every word we say  Stumbling over bridges  And through the backstreets  Waiting for some thing  But we don't knoe what  It could be a promise  It could be passion  Eternal life  Or instant death  Wading through rubbish  And dodging choc-a-block cars  Through the door and up the stairs  We'll find some moments of happiness  Between shets we've knownso often  The warmest place in this hostile town  Afterwads, through dust and comfort filled eyes  We can look upwadrs  And almost stare at the stars