The owls are burning
She's sick of me
And I'm not leaving

So what's the story?
Like a good night's
They flash in nowhere

I couldn't be bothered
That's hurting me
The night of victory

He's ranked you bloody
I can't believe
And now it's over

Wild, nothing new
night, nothing new
Oh, you think you're wild, but you're nothing new
And now you're wombed
Nothing new
And that's a wild, but it's nothing new
And now you're older
Nothing

What? Nothing new.
night? Nothing new.
What about the heart, friend?
But now you're even
And you're worried
Nothing new
Don't even worry, and we'll think it's good
Good, good, good...