Well, didn't you look sharp with your boots
When you met me on the path? 
OhFrom two tone to 
Downtown Beirut
But only halfway back, oh
Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf
Turned prisons into prisms on the self
Oh, ohAnd what do they know
About the springtime of me and you, ooh
Born in the midst of
The long hot summer we lived through, ooh
Did they see you run for every rhyme?
Did we run for running out of time?
Oh, ohWhen even heroes have to die
No one lives forever, love
No one's wise to try
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
OhAnd adding our own wisdom to the shelf
Stealing bits of paper, we had health
Oh, ohBut working away
Did we miss the passing of the time? 
OhIn your own flame you can wither
Through your passions still outshine, oh
Did you read the writing on the wall
Prophesying a doom upon us all
Oh, ohThat even heroes have to die
No one lives forever, love
No one's wise to try
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
But hidden in the writing on the wall
Many are the beauties of the fall