"Eleven days, eleven seconds or eleven ways 

and different faces for each and every one

Living hell, living heaven or somewhere in between

Like some TV-dream, like the latest scream



And you laugh like this is the last night

And you talk like this is the last night

And you act like this is the last night of our lives



Eleven years, what's the difference?

It's the same old fear that keep things rolling, rolling

Streets of gold, well, they're somewhere else

I know, I know, these streets are only cold

But that's easy to forget, when you:



When you talk like this is the last night

And you act like this is the last night

And you laugh like this is the last night of our lives



And you drink like this is the last night

And you act like this is the last night

And you smoke like this is the last night

And you fuck like this is the last night

And you, and you, and you, and you…

Only listen until I lose my smile

"