Virgin Eyes

Nice and slow I'm growing up,
nice and slow I know the mission
For what everyone is bleeding here
as if we've lost our ambition
They say: "You need to find a role."
In this clear tragedy you know
But I came for the cast of the boy who'd never grow up

You won't get the kid, he's a runaway for always
running from the dying land
And when the Big Boys
have been swallowed by the growth
these virgin eyes will find their way back home

I'm running fast, I'm running quiet far away from here
over the shambles of their childhood dreams - of mine I'll take care
I don't wanna be misunderstood
just hold these eyes under the hood
until the coast is clear
from the hunters of the children's tears

I've got a way
to tell the kids "They're lying."
Take all your artless dreams and close your eyes tonight.
'Cause you can get away
from the trouble they wanna pass
so run little boy, run fast

We won't give in
We won't surrender

We won't give in
We won't surrender

You won't get the kid, he's an outlaw for always
The 'only law' beats in his chest
So get up kids, get up and find your home
before your eyes go blind from all these static grown-ups