Parading through these lights and
falling from these heights itâs all you think of.
For chance has laid its cold hand on your shoulder,
Itâs now your right, to watch falling sands, youâre getting older.
Suddenly surprised, suddenly surprised by these mires,
Itâs a funny thing this life, youâre catching up with time, do you tire?
You were caught by the windowâ¦