We believe that there’s a god but we’re disappointed, we’ve had enough
We dream of lightness, we dream of fields; The fields of sorrow, of strict beliefs
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
Take your joysticks and ride them out, The match is waiting, enjoy your round
I confess that compared to them a disappointment is all I am
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
Bring no roses, bring no flowers to my arms…
Polaroid pictures of your youth, the good old days stand against the truth
Take your memories and throw them out, away we’re headed so don’t turn around
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
But I’ll be here for you, I’ll be here in your everlasting arms
Bring no roses, bring no flowers to my arms…