Time unstoppable will silver your temples
and will make ashes and smoke of our memories.
You and I, now loving each other but growing apart,
will be swallowed by a dark future.
We will be that lost generation
supporting the ruins.
Where will you be?
While you await for a new day
you'll meet a man who will steal your mystery.
He will give you a house and many children,
and he will break your spell, covering you with money.
But you'll be a lost woman
supporting the ruins.
Where will you be?
Kids dressed in navy blue and wearing a tie
will say goodbye to you every morning.
Nurturing the cancer that united us,
yellow fingers, gray lungs.
Where will you be?
With the BMW straight to the gym,
drowning the menopause with a gyn tonic,
appointment at the hairdresser's to hide that gray hair,
missing me with arthrosis in your soul.
Where will you be?
You will have long and boring afternoons,
with Gyn and long cigarettes low in nicotine.
And while your husband swears to you,
on his life, that he doesn't cheat on you,
you'll dream of me, running away from that routine.
But you will be a lost woman
supporting the ruins.
Where will you be.
One day we will meet in the street
and you will hesitate, trying to decide whether to pass me by or say hello.
"How are you, how are your children?" "Bigger everyday".
"And how's your husband?" "Sorry, it's getting late".
"Call me up any day".
Funny how life is.
Where will you be.
Kids dressed in navy blue and wearing a tie
will say goodbye to you every morning.
Nurturing the cancer that united us,
yellow fingers, gray lungs.
Where will you be?
With the BMW going straight to the gym,
drowning the menopause with a Gyn Tonic,
appointment at the hairdresser's to hide that gray hair,
missing me with arthrosis in your soul.
Where will you be?
