Fool

Apartment in New York, London and Paris

Where will we rest, we're all livin' on top of it

It's all that we have the U.S.A. is our daily bread

And no one is willing to share it

Why can't we see our fortunancy

Living as legends have lived

Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time

Knowin' that nothin' is left when we die

Come along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death

It's just on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the time

Sitting alone with you tea and your crime

Children with kids and people with parents

Any which way there's no past and no presence

When the day comes and all of them bums

Will reveal enchanting persons

Come along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death

It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent

When it's a rut and baby's no luck

Half of it's misunderstanding love

The war we have won, we're winning again

Within ourselves and within our friends

Come along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

It's not that it's bad, it's not that it's death

It's just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent