I wish i'd been young
'round 66
Syd Barret and i'd become
Comfortably numb
From all of that smoke
Backstage, ufo
Take me to London
I'm ready to go
Back to soho
Tripping into the night
With kaleidoscope eyes
I'm going back to the feeling
Going back to the feeling
Everything is allowed
Till the red lights goes out
I'm going back to the felling
Going back to the feeling
I'm, i'm
Too young, too young too late
I'm, i'm
Too young too fucking late
I'm, i'm
Too young, too young too late
I'm, i'm
Too young too fucking late
I wish i'd been young
'round 69
Jimmy and Jannis and
The king are alive
There is no future
At least not for me
It left with the Pistols
Oh can you believe
Can you believe
Rock'n roll is dead
I'm too young too late
Rock'n roll is dead
I'm too fucking late
Back to soho
Tripping into the night
With kaleidoscope eyes
I'm going back to the feeling
Going back to the feeling
Everything is allowed
Till the red lights goes out
I'm going back to the felling
Going back to the feeling
I'm, i'm
Too young, too young too late
I'm, i'm
Too young too fucking late
I'm, i'm
Too young, too young too late
I'm, i'm
Too young too fucking late
Tripping into the night
With kaleidoscope eyes
I'm going back to the feeling
Going back to the feeling
