Solomon

When we're young we want to believe him When we're old we try to deceive him Close your eyes and he'll kiss you with his fists Wisdom brings grief and stupidity sends bliss Solomon, who knows more owns more pain Revolutions are grand in the beginning Until the state ends up the only one winning The heroes become what they've overthrown Repeating the past is what we've always done Solomon, who knows more owns more pain I moved on and I can forget her But I don't think love is much better than... Solomon, I'm so glad for who I am