Smokeless days of a past
Which is just a blurry shape in my mind, a blurry shape in my nights
It's too late, really late when we grow
We get lost in the mirror of a perfect life, perfect lie
You give me some more love, you give me some more lies
It's by walking that this street gets under your skin
Don't want your love, don't want your lies
I prefer to walk alone, don't you see you are getting old

Have you ever felt lonely