Hunger At The Door Balthazar

We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We live in the city of norms
Spoon-fed from the day that we were born
Yet the clown
He promised a balloon
To get us closer to the moon
When there's hunger at the door
We start heading for the stars
What we're looking for we can't define
Not this time

We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line

We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line