There was a boy I almost knew him A glance exchanged Made me feel good Leaving some signs Now a legend The dream was wrought Where thoughts were heard Love is reserved From previous times ^Chorus Like a dead bird in the dirt Like a rusty can on the ground I don't believe in stardom Machinery in action Full of experts Full of experts Same old order Same old order Same old order Watch with obsession Some accident of beauty Try to capture As the light begins to fail Shapes to compose Shadows of frailty The dream is better Dissolves into softness But the end The end is always the same ^Chorus There was a boy I almost knew him A glance exchanged Made me feel good Leaving some signs Now a legend