Divided Heaven. A Rival City. Keystone. Zeneszám

Early trains on a Sunday
Time slips right through our hands
Off to dream of the good days
May never see them again

Life goes on out the window
With parents, children and friends
With shots and candles we forget
Of those that won't have the chance

We sing
Set your dreams and take off
If we get old don't forget
With our whole lives in one suitcase
We walk on through hell and give it our best