Bloc Party

I am trying to be heroic,
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.
So I enjoyed and I devoured
flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.
At Les Trois Gar
we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
I order the foie gras
and I eat it with complete disdain.
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes,
but when we kiss, I feel nothing.
Feasting on sleeping pills
and Marlboro Reds.
(so busy won't save you)
Oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened.