Little lines are growing
The past is so far away
Who wanted to touch
Each and every day

Sign through the memories
Dream on and see
Dreams are only songs playing
Sing, Sing with me

Just for tomorrow
And maybe just one more day
One more order of tears
Somehow we will pay

For the youth we are wasting
The waste of youth we regarded
Maybe we can still fight
To keep the youth discarded

Bigger lines are growing