Life

Life

It will warrant a change

So be it, its wrong man

To deny us the thrill

Claims

From suits with no names

Just a title and a phone in hand

Adding more zeros

Too old to ever get married

Too young to call it a day

Too sick to walk any further

Too good to wish it away

Rope

In place of roses for graves

Reminder of our past

And a future that's not clear

Too old to ever get married

Too young to call it a day

Too sick to walk any further

Too good to wish it away

Life, Life, Life, Life

Too old to ever get married

Too young to call it a day

Too sick to walk any further

Too good to wish it away

So up and down and down and up

So baby, when is this going to end?

So down to earth, I want to give up

So baby, when is this going to end?

So up and down and down and up

So baby, when is this going to end?

So down to earth, I want to give up

So baby, when is this going to end?

To

To wish it away

Too old to ever get married

Too young to call it a day

Too sick to walk any further

Too good to wish it away