1440, 1440, 1440, minutes a day
So many stories I’ve told
The man of the Moon
It might be a role
We all do feed on corpses
There’s nothing to do
Nothing we should do
Striving for a love that is gone
Driving all the things not done
The future to call your own
A child of a dead generation
Dead generation
See all possibilities, catching the vibe of the day
Sleep is out of the question, with a passion for weirdness
And now it really, really looks bad
We’re already too late
Living like a dog in the street
A child of a dead generation, dead generation
Too late, too late, too late, to crawl
Too late, its too late, its too late, to crawl
1440, 1440, 1440
1440, 1440, 1440, minutes the day
It’s too late, too late, to crawl
It’s too late, too late, to crawl
1440, 1440, 1440
1440, 1440, 1440
Dead generation, dead generation
Dead generation, dead generation
It’s too late, too late, too late, to crawl
It’s too late, too late, too late, to crawl
Dead generation, dead generation
