Days are humble days
We had a high ideal
But the fumbling strings

Once, I thought the world was blue
Now it's raining colors
paralyzing youth

I am never dreaming the wicked things we've done
Let's walk into the whirlpool's heart
And I will live still young [bad word] to a place I know where the air is clean
And we're both alone
Maybe, we could capture there
Some love all we lost
In that never world

I am never dreaming the wicked things we've done
Let's walk into the whirlpool's heart
And I will live still young

Days forever dreaming the wicked things we've done
Let's walk into the whirlpool's heart
And I will live still young

I am never dreaming the wicked things we've done
Let's walk into the whirlpool's heart
And I will live still young

Days forever dreaming the wicked things we've done
Let's walk into the whirlpool's heart
And I will live still young
 [bad word] /newwave80 [bad word] 2007/07/whirlpool-heart.html