Texty: OMD. Garden City.

You'll never know, you never really know,
when it's gonna turn out right.

I wanna live in a garden city,
marble and glass between heaven and hell.
I wanna dream when the lights go down,
I wanna save my soul don't wanna fuck around,
trading heaven for a living in a city made of gold.

I wanna be where the seasons change,
where you never just know when Christmas comes,
just to lie in a prison with our fingers on the buttons,
making crazy, crazy, crazy beneath the burnin sun,
trading heaven for a living in the palace of the old.

Just know, never know, just know, never know, just never really know
when we're gonna come back.
yeah !

All of my friends could come around,
and I never really worry when Christmas comes,
and we'll really have some parties and we'll really tell some stories,
we're so crazy, crazy, crazy beneath the burnin sun,
trading heaven for a living when your future is as good as sold,
trading heaven for a living when we'll never, never, never grow old.

He doesn't know, doesn't really know,
doesn't ever really know, you never really know,
when he's going to turn back.
I wanna live, in a garden city.
I wanna live, in a garden city.
I wanna live in a garden city,
I wanna live in a garden city.