All the very complicated ladies
dreamin’ visions into days
lookin’ in a broken mirror
waitin’ for the face
that face they’ve never seen before.
All the clouds of crashin’ airplanes
spotlight visions of King-Kong
pictures of tomorrow
something must be wrong
something must be wrong
spotlight visions of King-Kong.
Ain’t that reality
or maybe it’s just released by some movie industries.
Landlords screamin’ at the floor
neighbours ready for a fight
winners lose their games tonight
lovers cry for more.
Still I’m livin’
wake me when I die
Still I’m livin’
wake me when I die.
There is a war outside my door
but I don’t know why.
All the very educated people
change all colours into black
we don’t need their rules tomorrow
sunshine’s comin’ back
light will shine on you
Still I’m livin’
wake me when I die
Still I’m livin’
wake me when I die
sunshine’s comin’ back
light will shine on you