All our times have come, here but now they're gone
So wipe off the frown and turn around and face each other
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Give me a breeze that's long-winded
I won't be burned by the reflection of the fire in your eyes
Isn't that nice, like Miami Vice
Soldier on, only you can do what must be done.
I sit here on the stairs
Sound of the drums beating in my heart
When fact is fiction and TV reality