Back to Greece

What if I grow old
And never find gold?
What if I don't know
Where to go?
Should I stay here
In the meantime
When this time is mean to me?
Or should I got back to
When all of my shoes were clean?

My mind's a broken time machine
It's taking me back to Greece
Back to who I used to be
Singing on the balcony
An audience of barbies
And possibly everyone on the street

What if I'm a thorn
Beneath all the roses?
No use in hoping
This machine is all-knowing
From trouble to rubble
Yeah my dreams will crumble to pieces
From teardrops to raindrops
Then forming a puddle of sadness

My mind's a broken time machine
It's taking me back to Greece
Back to who I used to be
Singing on the balcony
An audience of barbies
And possibly everyone on the street

No stories to be told
No memories to even hold
No stories no stories no stories
No memories no memories no memories

My mind's a broken time machine
It's telling me telling me
That singing on the balcony is
The closest I will ever be
To reaching my dreams
I know what it means

My eyes are closing
My eyes are closing
And all I can see
Is me
Different version
But still me
On the balcony
Me
Different version
But still me

Singing on the balcony
An audience of barbies
But nobody will be
On the street