The idea is
That the real world don't matter
We're just kids
Nothing that we're after
It's taken this long
To know
Hey you
Take it slow
Cuz you never know
Just which way I'm gonna go
Formulas fall to your feet
You're tapping your toes but you still can't feel the beat
You are an aristocrat of defeat
The hills ring with deceit
Before we make love cut a hole in the sheet
You've got fine taste and fine clothes
Such a fine face they'd never know
The line was safe till we hit green for go
Now you get a taste of just what's in store
It's happening all over again
You made it happen again
Take your mouth
And your words too
Lock them up
And bury them till
You can't hear what they say
Picture a light
It's breaking through
The top of your head
It's all you can do
To keep your feet on the ground
Look at that real world and it's like this: a big kid falls
He begins to ball
Blood and tears
And screams and all
Where you where you gonna go?
The idea is
That the real world don't matter
We're just kids
Nothing that we're after