Ten years ago, Eighteen years old
That's two new homes and two funerals and now I'm measuring my life in the guarantees of light bulbs
Just two more until middle age
I hear myself quietly say
And I hope that maybe one day
I'll be happy in old age
That's two new homes and two funerals and now I'm measuring my life in the guarantees of light bulbs
Just two more until middle age
I hear myself quietly say
And I hope that maybe one day
I'll be happy in old age