Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
All the stains on the walls and the windows
It’s as if they know my name
They don’t care ’bout my dreams and ambitions
I should stay the same. Oh, stay the same.
I get up in the morning and the atmosphere
is tryin’ to hold me down
It doesn’t want me to leave for a moment
I should stick around. Oh stick around
And everything will turn out Ok
‘Cause I’ll grow old with you
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
It’s a shame that my life’s in the gutter
‘Cause my head is in the clouds
But along with my dreams and ambitions
There is also doubt. There’s so much doubt
Writing words on an old candy wrapper
It’s as if I sense a change
I start off with a simple step forward
And I clean the stains, I clean the stains
And I don’t have to fly away
As long as I have music to play
‘Cause I’ll grow old with you
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde Alunde, Aluia
Alunde, Alunde, Alunde Aluia