1984 has gone and I’m still lookin’ for my favourite shoes 

Thinkin’ ‘bout my best days every people I’ve met seem to turn around 

Many dyed low-cost toys seem to appear again (through my walls) 

Watchin’ yer new jacket I realize, my friend, I’m getting older 



May you hear my faith? 

May you hear my faith? 



Come on, come on, come on, come on 



I give up my feelings when I guess I lose the things who made me proud 

I’ve lost money, documents and many times you’ve slipped before my eyes 

Where’s my little blue chair when I need to fight the memories inside…