Here we are
in a distant slum but the silence is our friend.
Down we went from a night in London to a morning in Tashkent.
We used to smile just to feel the rush,
breathing dreams at the age of ten.
Open roads and a solid future,
whispering how,
where,
and then when.
All pain, no damn revenge.
I believe that we're still young,
shooting gold but from a gun.
There will always be a time for us together.
I believe we're on the run and we know it must be done.
We will find our right way back and let it last forever.
Hey, come on down!
We're the fabric of our time.
Echoes of our past still ringing,
recaling our one light.
Boxing on fire within ourselves,
straining every small town heart.
Can you feel it?
That used to be us,
singing all of our dreams once lost.
We were underneath the stars.
Oh, wow!
I believe that we're still young,
shooting gold but from a gun.
There will always be a time for us together.
I believe we're on the run and we know it must be done.
We will find our right way back and let it last forever and ever.
We will find our right way back and let it last forever.