No matter how old or wise we can be No matter if they call us sir, your honour or PhD There are monsters that still live under our bed They bite and snarl and drool and scratch With fangs that rip and shred
No more: "Lay me down to sleep" 'Cause no one else could my soul keep But if you'd die before I wake To hell with you my soul you can take
The years that pass by will not make us grow old Wisdom comes along with the scars on our bodies With the wrinkles on our faces, the wounds in our souls And the empty, lonely, desperate looks in our eyes
There can never ever come the day The price we've got to pay seems fair They once were immortal, now they're old and frail The tears of a forlorn child still there
No matter how rich or successful we could get No matter if people look at us in fear, awe or regret Deep inside us there still lives a child That won't stop crawling on all fours Looking for a place to hide
Growing up turns into growing old All of our dreams only turned to hopes No place for compassion Only sadness and decay Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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