2002-12, words & music by H. LANGE, CD: HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD (BM 0606)

I LEFT MY BED, I LOST MY DREAM, MY CUSHION'S WET, UNDER MY BLANKET THERE'S STEAM, A DRAGGING WALK, I'M NOT FULL OF BEANS, THIS WORLD IS TURNING - MY HEADACHES AREN'T MEAN
CAUSE I'M GETTING OLD

I LEFT MY GROUND AND LOST MY STAND, MY BACK HURTS AND I SEE THE END, NO LONGER FIRE IN MY EYES, I ONLY FEEL YOUNG, WHENEVER A YOUNGER BODY DIES

MY HAIR TURNS INTO SILVER, SUMMER'S OVER - NOW THERE'S CHILL, MY HAIR TURNS INTO SILVER, AND SO I HAVE TO KILL

HE JUST FEELS ALIVE, WHEN HE KILLS A YOUNGER BOY, HE JUST FEELS ALIVE, WHEN HE KILLS A YOUNGER BOY, THEN HE FEELS ALIVE

MY HAIR TURNS INTO SILVER, SUMMER'S OVER - NOW THERE'S CHILL ...
MY HAIR TURNS INTO SILVER, SUMMER'S OVER - NOW THERE'S CHILL ...
MY HAIR TURNS INTO SILVER, SUMMER'S OVER - NOW THERE'S CHILL ...
AND SO I WILL HAVE TO KILL