We could be brought, or we could be cold
that ain´t all raised stars and hoping for gold
as long as you stay close
we´ll get through these times
we could be rich or we could have it all
the fame and the glory, the money and home
as long as we´re with you
we´ll be in Utopia
day by day i wonder why we are afraid
as I´m looking down on the world below
like phenix through ashes
new life will grow
it seems like all is lost, all is wasted and betrayed
we make mistakes and we grow strong
forget our troubles and move on
we could be broke or we could be cold
that ain´t all raised stars and hoping for gold
as long as you stay close
we´ll get through these times
we could be rich or we could have it all
the fame and the glory, the money and home
as long as we´ll be with you
you´ll be in Utopia