Here they stand. Sons of diplomats, of races, species, unable to trust one another, unable to trust the world around them.  And they call what they possess 'love'? The eggs.

Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colours turn to grey. Forever younger growing older just the same. All the memories that we make will never change. We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain. And I swear that I'll always paint you GOLDEN DAYS