Respect Yourself - Blind Passengers

Golden years that died away

They had too short a run

We let times flow

When we just stared into the sun

Shooting empty tins into the sky

We swore we´ll stay young till we die

They were the years we felt the sweetness

Save all this time

And destroy all the chains inside your head!

All that I want to taste again, all that sweetness

All that I want to feel again, all that sweetness

All that I want is just a game, no chain spinning round

All that I want to taste again

Golden years died away —

They crept into my head

There were no bounds we had to keep

We had to dread

Teenage-parties, sex and screeching noise

Bawling with all our voice

They were the years we felt the sweetness

Save all this time

And destroy all the chains inside your head!

All that I want to taste again, all that sweetness

All that I want to feel again, all that sweetness

All that I want is just a game, no chain spinning round

All that I want to taste again