I was mothered like an orchid Tethered to paternal sides I hurried home in orbit Close to where I know I'm fine No edge of the seat No arms ever broken, you see I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms The little drum inside behaves itself Until you turn twenty five And then it strikes us all, we've lived this long But only ever half alive I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms It's too late for a wasted youth All quiet on the eastern front and we dare not move It's too late to wage a war So quiet on the eastern front and we are all bored