Now I don’t know if I’m lost, but this all just looks the same. I am pushing on the door between sorrow and fame. I would crawl out of this hole if it wasn’t so cold. In the morning I’ll be fine, in the morning I’ll be right.
If I go all the way then the girl won’t stay, no the girl won’t stay. I know I can change, if we both get old will you let me float away?
I don’t want to be young, but i don’t want to die. I could whisper in the wind, we could smoke out every night. I don’t want to live alone, I don’t want to stay inside. I could learn from my mistakes, in the morning I’ll be right.
If I go all the way then the girl won’t stay, no the girl won’t stay. I know I can change, if we both get old will you let me float away?