Sunny day, and I can't hear them call   Will they ever come back home   On my way to watch and catch them all   The most precious things I can't control      Nights and days, ready to be born   I paint their silhouettes   The melody of my favorite teenage song   I heard a thousand times and can't forget      Searching all around the world   I was gone for a long time   I have seen them rise and fall   Between whiskey and wine   Burning like gasoline, sounding like a violin   I was never too late      Summer day, whispers in my ear   The old stories 'bout the man   Who would sit and sway   Make histrory with faith   From theit cradle to their grave      What a blast to feel your head explode   What a sound, a new idea was born   Without them we would be empty and alone      Searching all around the world   I was gone for a long time   I have seen them rise and fall   Between whiskey and wine   Burning like gasoline, sounding like a violin   I was never too late