here we are again, drunk again at the back of a bus
two teenage lesbians holding hands
so in love, or not
youth is on full display
while everything else fades away
and that's the way it was, it warmed my little heart
witnessing life as art
and that's the way it was
and that's the way it will always be
haunted by dazzling dreams
daggered by the film, or slipping on fresh frost
either way, flattened at last
evening blurs an otherwise coarse approach
the cat with the most
shame is on full display
while everything else fades away
and that's the way it was, it hurt my little heart
witnessing life as art
and that's the way it was
and that's the way it will always be
haunted by dazzling dreams