1964

I´ll tell you something jack

You don´t know the real deal

What comes around may still go around

And that´s just how i feel

Better hear something jack

Life´s a piece of shit you know

Whenever you expect something of it

It turns out a horror show

Those were the best days of our lives

Were never real, and never right

Then you come around

And you´re not waiting much

But this is it my dear

You better hold a punch

Oh god you come like this

Just while she acts like that

And i say

Maybe you´ll wake up again

In 1964

We´ll be holding flowers in our hand

In 1964