"Eleven days, eleven seconds or eleven ways    and different faces for each and every one   Living hell, living heaven or somewhere in between   Like some TV-dream, like the latest scream      And you laugh like this is the last night   And you talk like this is the last night   And you act like this is the last night of our lives      Eleven years, what’s the difference?   It’s the same old fear that keep things rolling, rolling   Streets of gold, well, they’re somewhere else   I know, I know, these streets are only cold   But that’s easy to forget, when you:      When you talk like this is the last night   And you act like this is the last night   And you laugh like this is the last night of our lives      And you drink like this is the last night   And you act like this is the last night   And you smoke like this is the last night   And you fuck like this is the last night   And you, and you, and you, and you…   Only listen until I lose my smile   "