When we're young we want to believe him
When we're old we try to deceive him
Close your eyes and he'll kiss you with his fists
Wisdom brings grief and stupidity sends bliss
Solomon, who knows more owns more pain
Revolutions are grand in the beginning
Until the state ends up the only one winning
The heroes become what they've overthrown
Repeating the past is what we've always done
Solomon, who knows more owns more pain
I moved on and I can forget her
But I don't think love is much better than...
Solomon, I'm so glad for who I am