When I was young I'd sit and swing in the sunshine Then I'd fall and cry I'd love to play with the pretty things that I'd find And roll my eyes
As fast as I came I went the long way home It gave me time to think That I'm only splitting pink And maybe I'm just bored
You know the darker the meat the sweeter the juice Finding ecstasy, it changes you
I'm just getting older My tongue is turning black Time creeping over my shoulder My eye's are turning black
Its never enough to slip and slide in loves eye Yes, I'd rather cry I'd love to make those pretty things that I find Really come alive
And just as I came I went the wrong way home I'd love to find the meaning of the torture that I'm dreaming Maybe there's no hope
I'm just getting older My lips are turning black Time creeping over my shoulder My eyes are turning blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
