My time is too short My lies are too real My face is not easy to read
My friends are so clever My manners are poor My heart is too big To belong to just one
By the time we get old My feet won’t be cold By the time we get old
The water is troubled There are rapids ahead I’m stuck, I can’t move This is not going well
The doors keep on closing Every time I wake up It’s like I can’t breathe And my time is up
By the time we get old My feet won’t be cold By the time we get oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
