[SPEAK TO ME] The memories of a man in his old age - are the deeds of a man in his prime - You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room - and talk to yourself as you die - For life is a short, warm moment - and death is a long, cold rest - You get your chance to try - in the twinkling of an eye - Eighty years, with luck - or even less - So all aboard - for the American tour - and maybe, you'll make it to the top— But mind how you go - and I can tell you, ‘cause I know— You may find it hard to get off - You are the angel of death - and I am the dead man's son - He was buried like a mole in a fox hole - And everyone's still on the run.
[BREATHE] Breathe, breathe in the air - Don't be afraid to care - Leave, but don't leave me - Look around and choose your own ground - For long you live and high you fly - Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry - And all you touch and all you see - Is all your life will ever be - Run, rabbit, run - Dig that hole, forget the sun - And when at last the work is done - Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one - For long you live and high you fly - But only if you ride the tide - And balanced on the biggest wave - You race towards an early grave .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
