Stars might be nothing but used light    Shedding a past time upon your face    And dreams seem like merely a smokescreen    A vain compensation your mind displays       This life writes no I.O.U.'s    Let's put every moment left to use       You are dogmatic but don't change    Every backstreet here knows your name    It's easy to feel like they owe you    Something divine or just to cling to       This life writes no I.O.U.'s    Let's put every moment left to use       Head against your chest    Every beat resounds you're dispossessed    And it's implied    What a wistfulness you hold inside