A war has broken out on these back terraces,
Everyone has taken arms on their balconys...

Standing outside your window,
You look out across the town...

You have told me your water,
You have told me I'm fire...

Stepping on my heart,
Kicking it into the ground...

A group of old friends taking off for some fun,
renting a yacht as they head out into the sun...

I wake up each day,
As I hate to say...