Tekst :
(Chocolate Layers Remix)
When boys are just eleven
They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before
They develop curiosity and start to fantasize
About the things they have never thought of doing before
These dreams are no more harmful than
The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires
As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains
It s just a nature walk
It s just the facts of life
There s no master plan
Walk me home from school
I ll let you hold my hand
You re getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It s just the facts of life
A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl
But not daring to because she might say no
At last he summons up the courage phones
And discovers someone else has asked her first and she s said yes
Now s time to deal with the fear of being rejected
No-one gets through life without being hurt
At this point the boy who s listening to this song
Is probably saying it s easier said than done and it s true
It s just the facts of life
There s no master plan
Walk me home from school
I ll let you hold my hand
You re getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It s just the facts of life
Small-town dating differs from more urban situations
In particular if there s few places to go
Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade
If they have to almost anywhere will do
A family car, a disused coalmine
A rowing boat or a shed
Experimentation, familiarization
It s all a nature walk
It s just the facts of life
There s no master plan
Walk me home from school
I ll let you hold my hand
You re getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It s just the facts of life
It s just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
There s no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)
Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
I ll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)
You re getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)
They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
It s just the facts of life
It s just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
There s no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)
Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)
I ll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)
Tekst :
4 AM, I watch you sleep,
I pray to God your soul to keep..
You sound asleep, but I feel pain,
you re in my thoughts, you re in my head again.
I wonder what you dream, when you dream,
do you feel what I feel?
my head is numb,
my eyes are red,
my soul is weak,
my heart s like lead,
but you make it go away.
because you re real
because you re clean...
because you re clean...
my head is numb,
my eyes are red,
my soul is weak,
my heart s like lead,
but you make it go away.
because you re real
because you re clean...
because you re clean...
Tekst :
Let s fake an answer for the curious
Let s fake it all for the fame
They ll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies (lies)
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You re out of time [ x 2 ]
New aliens spawn, we reinvent the dawn
And no-one style compares
Those neon eyes make Mom and Dad think that we ve lost ourminds
They re just terrified of all new things
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You re out of time [ x 2 ]
Opticon is here to lead us...
Blessed from the fashion bomb
Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what? You re out of time [ x 4 ]
So quick to change us
(Opticon is here to lead us)
And imitate us
Humiliate us
So quick to change us