The alcohol in your blood told you to be cool br So you left your protection goggles at home br Shining as a jewel, you broke the home rule br You never saw the flying splinters of chrome br br While the blood was covering the streets br The rockets were still flying high br This was indeed the beat of all defeats br When you waved goodbye to your missing eye br br It was even harder to see the rockets now br While hating yourself you searched for direction br With tears in the eye, you could only ask ‘How? ’ br The protection could have saved your perfectionbr br Tommy Mikkelsenbr br