7 Years Bad LuckCardboard

This house is made of cardboard
the plaster walls are paper-thin
a single spark could burn it to the ground

it was different years ago
we did not take it all for granted
and everything seemed colourful reflected in your eyes

And no, we could not have it better
cause we're not faking sympathy
we're not faking sympathy
at least I see the apathy
when I know you don't

And all the summers went too fast
they left their marks on changing skin
and everything looked promising reflected in your eyes

And almost everyone
saw their house in pieces
nothing gold can stay forever

We're not faking sympathy
at least I see the apathy and I know you don't