You can't feel it the old magic
You keep selling songs
For lesser kinds of addicts
Its so sweet and synthetic

You're at charles degaulle
With dumbells in you baggage
Miles standish was not a hero
He just talked fast when it fell below zero

Say anything i'd pay anything
Not to be racked with survival
Sell me no starry world
But i tried no starry world
You'll never know how i tried