I am looking through you, oh yes at you
Your name is the same, and so your face
Some parts are grey, and you look different
Like me I guess
'Cause you're staring at me!
Summer, winter, chains and freedom
We complain and cry
There's no god, all in all
What for?
Point the finger on things that really matter
You will notice your time is running out
We could spend our days talking 'bout the future
Oh yeah us growing old...
You said to me: "Don't, please."
Summer, winter, chains and freedom
We complain and cry
There's no god, all in all
What for?
What do you want?
What do you want?
Summer, winter, chains and freedom
We complain and cry
There's no god, all in all
What for?
What for?
What for?