First Floor Power - How I Lost My Juvenile Smile lyrics

We're going home now We sit in a row In a silent row In the back seat, you know Dad is driving And the pa**enger's seat is empty you know No meeting cars on the road We're going home From a funeral Relatives and friends There were just a few of them People with gray faces Have their hankercheifs in case of crying My dry eyelashes like cultures to a stache Do you know how huge it was? Snowflakes are falling While the snow on the ground is melting away Makes the field brownish-gray Dad is driving And the state of the road is quite good you know The streetlamps lit on this road And every road Goes from a funeral I thought inside my head Does it matter if it's true or not? Communities with houses There are life in all these houses They're sleeping there And if the neighbors feel alright In every window there is light Dim, peaceful light In livingroom and kitchen Men and women making wishes That won't come through They won't stop their choke to chuckle But everyone stops because my juvenile smile is now Away!