The Art of Parties

Once I was young

Once I was smart

Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves

The things we said weren't quite so tough

When we were young



Well I'm burning

I'm burning buildings

I'm building... this time



For the art of parties

Under heavy weather

The art of parties

I'm burning... burning



I'm living

I'm living my life

I'm living

This time



The wind blew through my hair

Once I was young

I'd shelter from the sun

Once I was smart

We lived on the strength of our nerves

When we were young



Well I'm burning

I'm burning buildings

I'm building... this time