1984 has gone and I’m still lookin’ for my favourite shoes 
Thinkin’ ‘bout my best days every people I’ve met seem to turn around 
Many dyed low-cost toys seem to appear again (through my walls) 
Watchin’ yer new jacket I realize, my friend, I’m getting older 

May you hear my faith? 
May you hear my faith? 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

I give up my feelings when I guess I lose the things who made me proud 
I’ve lost money, documents and many times you’ve slipped before my eyes 
Where’s my little blue chair when I need to fight the memories inside…