Tambienemy
That's alright
If you think that it's washed up, rinsed out and spun with
Well, not quite
If you feel you've done enough
If you feel you've done enough
It's enough
That's the game
It's the rules that stop us going insane
It's the smile
It's the race
It's the notches that we carve on our face
But did I tell you that?
Nothing matters but the momentary touch of your hand
Nothing matters but the times you do as much as you can
Nothing matters but the softness of your skin
And you're really not aware of t
Awful Age
you could have it all
but i can't have it too
now i'm at that age
where no one pulls for you
and you want it bad
whatever's left of you
and you want it bad
but there's nothing you can do
whatever's left of you
never had the range
to put it in my sights
never had the strength
to pull it to new heights
and you want it bad
whatever's left of you
and you want it bad
but there's nothing you can do
whatever's left of you
i'm at an awful age
i'm at an awful stage
we don't stand a chance
it's the death of true romance
when a glance was just a glance
we don't stand a chance
if i sell my heart
i'll leave it far behind
but if i could restart
there would be a spark you'd never find