In every movie I watch from the fifties
There's only one thought that swirls around my head now
And that's that everyone there on the screen
Yeah, everyone there on the screen, well
they're all dead now
They're all dead now
And it ain't easy living above
And I can't help but keep falling in love
with bones and ashes
With bones and ashes
And when the color is too bold and bright
I'm daydreaming in black and white until it passes
Until it passеs

I wanna know the measure from hеre to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Oh, these days, it's so hard to relax
You gotta hold a gun to my back to make me smile
To make me smile
And the only way I seem to cope
Is by trying to hold on to hope if just for a while
If just for a while

I wanna know the measure from here to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever
Now it seems more than ever there's no hands on the levers
And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Only rollers keep rolling
While the searchers keep scrolling

I wanna know the measure from here to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever
Now it seems more than ever there's no hands on the levers
And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Or whatever