All of my love
belongs to
all of my feeling
inside my blood.
All of the heavens
closing up,
life is good growing up
in this land of luck.
All of the people
shutted up.
Life is grey growing up
in this land of luck.
We've all got the common gripe.
My friends and I still
looking for that good luck.
My friends and I still
looking for that good life.
All of my love belongs to us.