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THE SHOWDOWN
Through a hole in the school’s rooftop
We peeked at domes and towers
Mistaking swallows for concrete dreams
We were so much younger
Nothing’s better than an open sky
If your eyes are open
It all looks so different now
The carousel’s been broken
Why ain’t the planets still converging on a song?
I wonder where and when it all went wrong
Be plain with me, are we old enough to be here where we are?
At the showdown, at the showdown
Be plain with me, are we old enough to be here where we are?
At the showdown, at the showdown
As soon as you get to the showdown
There’s no more time for questions
And all the things you once had for free
require a double passion
You lose friends and locks of hair
Until you’re almost naked
You feel uneasy in your brand new clothes
Yeah, life’s complicated
I’ve stored my ambitions on a bed of naphthalene
They haven’t seemed to fit me since I was sixteen
Be plain with me, are we old enough to be here where we are?
At the showdown, at the showdown
Be plain with me, are we old enough to be here where we are?
At the showdown, at the showdown
Our fathers built a highway to the stars
Gave us the keys to their cars
And left some diesel in the tank
Some of us got some money in a bank
But one day we found it was all a prank
Be plain with me, are we old enough to be here where we are?
Through a hole in the school roof Nothing is better than an open sky Why are the planets no longer aligned to a song? Be honest with me, are we old enough to find ourselves here? When the moment of truth arrives You lose friends, locks of hair I put my ambitions away on a bed of mothballs Be honest with me, are we old enough to find ourselves here? Our fathers built a highway to the stars Be honest with me, are we old enough to find ourselves here? Click here for the Italian translation
We peeked at the domes and towers
Mistaking swallows for flesh-and-blood dreams
We were so young
If your eyes are wide open
Everything seems so different now
The carousel is broken
I wonder where and when everything went wrong
At the moment of truth, at the moment of truth
Be honest with me, are we old enough to find ourselves here?
At the moment of truth, at the moment of truth
There is no more time for questions
And everything you once had for free
Costs twice the passion
Until you are almost naked
You feel uncomfortable in your new clothes
Yeah, life is complicated
They stopped fitting me when I was sixteen
At the moment of truth, at the moment of truth
Be honest with me, are we old enough to find ourselves here?
At the moment of truth, at the moment of truth
They handed us the keys to their cars
And left some fuel in the tank
Some even found money in the bank
But one day we found out it was all a joke
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