I was a gypsy, you were a home
I was a crowd, you were alone
I was man-to-man, you were a zone
You were analog, I was digital
You were always brains, I was physical
You were trusting, I was cynical
We were invincible
No doubts and no fears at all
Invincible
All promise and potential
I was the Beatles, you were the Stones
I was rhythm, you were the tones
I was the blood, you were the bones
You were a campfire, I was a toaster
You were a painting, I was a poster
You were a train, I was a roller coaster
We were invincible
No doubts and no fears at all
Invincible
All promise and potential
But were we just...
Fooling ourselves
Fooling ourselves
Fooling ourselves?
Is that all it takes
That all it takes
That all it takes
To cut us down?